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 don't do yoga. I bite the hella outta my nails. I smoke, I eat all the wrong food, I don't exercise.

I don't ascribe to any particular style or period.

I work because I think that I wouldn't feel good about myself unless I was contributing.

Something happens to people around fame and power and money - it can bring out the worst and best in people; it's a monster you have to tame.

I grew up in the South with my father; blues and country, that's always been my core. But I had it in me not to do what was expected. I wanted to find my own footing.

I'm trying to have my own thing, and I don't know if it's even possible. I didn't realize so many people actually think I'm trying to be like my dad. I read comments like 'She's no Elvis.' I'm not trying to be. I never set out to be.