I Dream Of Moving To India, Or

I Would Start A Revolution, But I Just Bought A Hammock.

If You Read My Blog, You Know I'm A Pilates Freak. And By Pilates, I Mean Waffles.

I'll Never Forget My Grandmother's Last Words. She Said 'what Are You Doing?'

The Problem With These Interviews Is That There's No Sarcastic Font.

I Do Whatever Comes My Way. But I Get Burned Out On Stage. It's A Lonely World. I Think Part Of The Romanticism About Being On The Road Is You Get To Meet A Lot Of - My Mom Once Told Me, "you've Probably Got A Woman At Every Port." Like I'm A Pirate. Obviously She Doesn't Know Her Son That Well.