I was very close to my mother as the youngest of three. She was my playmate.

I'm a mother, and that's really important. Today, the mother and the musician can sit next to each other. Even when the musician is out there in full swing, the mother doesn't get switched off.

I've been known to throw watermelons, backstage, at people who are giving me news I don't want to hear. But I never aim for the head.

Right now, half the world is depressed and they need to be entertained.

I'm a musician first, a food-lover second, a dirty mouth with feet, and a girl last time I checked.

Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been.

I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it's the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, a disappointment. Some people don't deal with it, the power of it. Some do. Some feel the weight of it and it informs their choices. I've had to open up to grief in different contexts.