I find it dull when my heart meets my mind
I'm a bit of a magpie: whatever I see or hear or read feeds into the songs.
Age is relative. Experience is relative. And I think often intensity is confused with maturity.
I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often, cynicism is confused with wisdom, and my scorn is confused with a knowing, which I don't have.
My songs are not pretty. They're what I call optimistic realism.
I don't have much to complain about in life, because I've lived a very privileged existence and continue to. I just think, What if I didn't have that confidence or strength of character, and I was left with certain perceptions of what a woman's place is in the world?