Basically, I’m A Musical Vocalist, But I

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me

What Do You Do With A Lifetime Of Work? Face It In The Morning.

I Stare At Myself In The Mirror And I Think, 'wow, I'm Really Great-looking.'... I Think I'm The Greatest, Anyway.

The Problem Being: For Years I Was Struggling - First To Prove That I Had Any Talent, Then To Create Some Skills And Finally To Fulfil It Reasonably. But Then Once I Got There It Was, "ok. I Did That, But I Want To Be Happy." And That's A Whole Different Deal. It's Kind Of Like A Dance. Being Active Seems To Help. I'm 70, So Sometimes A Little Voice Is Going, "just Take It Easy".

Bowie's A Real Man, And I'm A Real Woman - Just Like Catherine Deneuve.