I want to pave my own path artistically.

I've been chased through airports with a screaming baby because the photographers are ruthless, and they want the picture.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

I like Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Tender. The black-and-white films. With music, I tend more toward the '70s stuff because I was at the shows for those, so they bring back memories.

A couple of months ago I hauled my white ass on stage alongside Chaka Khan and Stevie Wonder for Divas Las Vegas, singing in front of a celebrity audience. If I can hold my own there, I can hold my own at Top of the Pops, trust me.

I went through a huge transition in my life where everything and everyone I knew and trusted didn't turn out to be that way.

I don't deal well with admiration if it's for something I haven't done. Other than exist.