The Only Way Out Is To Go

It's About Realizing, Painfully, You've Kept That Voice Inside Yourself, Locked Away From Even Yourself. And You Step Back And See That Your Jailer Has Changed Faces. You Realize You've Become Your Own Jailer.

What Girls Do To Each Other Is Beyond Description. No Chinese Torture Comes Close.

If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.

I've Had To Keep Exploring Different Ways Of Presenting The Music So I Don't Repeat Myself.

Healing For Me Is Being Able To Sit Next To The Butcher And Say 'yes, I’m Sitting Next To The Butcher Now,' Instead Of Saying 'there Is No Butcher'.