Baker, Baker, Can You Explain, If Truly

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

I Think Doing Variations On A Classical Theme Is A Dangerous Thing To Do.

My Brother Was A Fantastic Cheerleader For My Development As A Musician. He Was Almost 10 Years Older Than Me And Would Really Push Me To Develop As A Songwriter.

Our World Is A Huge Mess Right Now, And Not Big Enough For Masses Of Intolerant People.

I'm Too Wacky For Most Weirdos. Who Am I To Judge?