The way I see it, the men that I’m with, whoever they are, it’s like look, you have to accept the fact that I like ice cream, and I know it shows up on my hips but if you can’t accept that, then leave. Go away, toodles. It is non-negotiable.
Musically, I always allow myself to jump off of cliffs. At least that’s what it feels like to me. Whether that’s what it actually sounds like might depend on what the listener brings to the songs.
There’s a richness to the old works if you look before the 1950s. The chord progressions and the language was more complicated, especially in the jazz and classical world.
I used to get really pissed off that my life was so dictated by when this Jesus guy was born and when he was dying every year. I felt really resentful that I couldn’t get on with my own life because I was so busy with his.
