When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.

I guess I haven't gotten over being lost, a wandering gypsy.

You like to think that it's something you created, but secretly you know that you had some kind of help, or somebody gave this to you.

I'm not really comfortable in any one spot.

Brooklyn is not the easiest place to grow up in, although I wouldn't change that experience for anything.

You have to go out there and give a piece of yourself -- your life, your soul. And you better give the audience everything you can -- physically, emotionally, musically. Then maybe they'll accept you and give you a standing ovation at the end.

Songs are life in 80 words or less.