The whole thing about rock music, pop music, is it's really for kids.

For a long time, music was hope. Now it seems music isn't enough to make me happy. It used to be that's all I needed to keep going. Now I need other things to take up the other parts of my life.

I can't believe I got a major-label record deal. My music was quirky, and my voice was so odd and high and girlish, it was like a weird novelty act.

I'm really conflicted about my role as a front-person. I hate the attention.

Puerto Rico has a stray dog problem. Tens of thousands of homeless canines - hundreds of thousands, by some estimates - live and die on the streets and beaches all over this Caribbean island of almost four million people.

I don't really care about money. I find money boring and accounting boring, so I'm probably not going to ever make a lot of money.

What happens when your dream comes true - when the spotlight is on and then it moves away?