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.

A lot of the time when I write about the person that I love, I feel like I'm writing about New York.

I was never successful in a noteworthy way, no one wrote about me, and I didn't have recognition. I've met a lot of musicians along the way who thought I was good, and they knew that was important to me. Having a simple career as a musician who liked music was good enough for me.

You do things so fast, you end up having so many different lifestyles all in one short time.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.

God has saved me a million times, so I think He mustve enjoyed my song.