I wanted to be part of a high-class scene of musicians. It was half-inspired because I didn't have many friends, and I was hoping that I would meet people and fall in love and start a community around me, the way they used to do in the '60s.

It’s about a singer who first sneered about my allegedly not authentic style but later she stole and copied it. And now she’s acting like I am the art project and she the true super artist. My God and people actually believe her, she’s successful! I shouldn't continue ranting, it doesn’t get anywhere.

Me and God we don't get along.

I have a great appreciation for our world's history. I learn from my own mistakes, I learn from the mistakes we've made as a human race.

I only know how to do me, so that's just what I'm going to do.

It's not like I think my art is inspirations from icons strung together. They're just sort of people who others talk about. I am definitely interested in the masters of different genres, they're talented and popular for a reason.

I pretend I'm not hurt, I walk about the world like I'm having fun.