If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy,

I Don't Mind A Dirty Girl. But What I Find Tragic Is When We, As Women, Become Not The Subject Of Our Own Story But Someone Else's Object.

I Like Involved Projects. I'm Driven By The Idea Of Characters And The Song-cycle Form Is Similar To A Musical.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

When I Was Little, My Mom Tells Me, I Used To Say Things Like, 'mom Do You Hear The String Section? Do You Hear The String Section?' And She Would Look At Me And Say, 'no Honey, I Don't Know What You're Talking About.'

I Was Very Close To My Mother As The Youngest Of Three. She Was My Playmate.