You know that saying, bad things don't happen to good people? That's a lie.
I'm the thing that fundamentalist Christians cringe over.
My childhood was extreme.
In real life I'm bone dry and when I play I'm a mango and in sex I'm starving to be a dripping mango
My mother says I was two-and-a-half when I started playing. My father was a minister, and when he went to church in the morning, she would put on Fats Waller, Billie Holiday, Nat King Cole and Cole Porter records. I'd crawl up on the piano stool, sit on a phone book and play.
You know when people smile too much? It's painful. I find it really painful. Happy is not very reliable. I'm trying to live like, um, with a fierce calm.