Eat The Pain. Send It Back Into

When You're An Artist, Nobody Ever Tells You Or Hits You With The Magic Wand Of Legitimacy. You Have To Hit Your Own Head With Your Own Handmade Wand. And You Feel Stupid Doing It.

I Want To Live In A World Where Miley (or Any Female Musician) Can Twerk Wildly At 20, Wear A Full-cover Floral Hippie Mumu At 37, Show Up At 47 In See-through Latex, And Pose Semi-naked, Like Keith & Co, On The Cover Of Rolling Stone At 57 And Be Applauded For Being So Comfortable With Her Body.

I Think I Can Define My Entire Life, Virtuosity And Business Philosophy Down To The Core Fundamental That I Absolutely Hate Being Told What To Do. But Like Any Artist Or Any Human Being Out There, I Desperately Want To Be Loved, And I Spend My Entire Life Trying To Balance Those Two Facts.

I Think People Have Been Obsessed With The Wrong Question, Which Is How Do We Make People Pay For Music? What If We Started Asking, How Do We Let People Pay For Music?

I Nurture My Close Relationships Like Priceless Lamps. That's Part Of Why The Job Itself Is Inherently Difficult And Kind Of A Paradox, Because You're Out There Touring And Traveling And Going A Million Miles A Minute, But The Things That Are Keeping You Steady And Stable Can Be Really Hard To Nurture When You're Going Fast, And Your Relationships, Which Are The Number One Thing That Help Me Through.