I've finally learned to love my voice for its uniqueness.
I'm a damaged person, but I have hope and a will to not give up.
I make music and I can't stop. It's a compulsion and an obsession and a curse.
Music is so hard. It's a struggle to get people to care. It's hard to make an impact in today's world because people aren't buying records anymore.
At heart I am a librarian, a bird-watcher, a transcendentalist, a gardener, a spinster, a monk.
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.