Right Now, Half The World Is Depressed

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.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

You're Only Popular With Anorexia.

Boys Are Cute, But Food Is Cuter

I Started Playing The Piano When I Was About Two And Got A Scholarship To The Peabody Conservatory Of Music In Baltimore When I Was Five. But I Left When I Was 11.