I'm Really Happy To Be Me, And

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

A Drunk Tongue Is An Honest One In My Opinion.

My Body Doesn't Have Any Rhythm, You Know. I've Got Quite Good Rhythm When I'm Singing But My Feet Are Very Much Two Left Feet.

There Will Be No New Music Until It's Good Enough And Until I'm Ready.

Sometimes With Pop Music, You Have To See It To Love It. With Soul Music, It's Sparse. There's Nothing That's Pretentious Or Planned. It's Just So Gutsy.