Dad loves my stuff. No matter how many times my voice cracks or I miss a tap, he doesn't care. He's like some businessman making it to his kid's recital.

I was the fat kid, so as a defense mechanism, I was the jokester.

I don't care about how many times somebody recognizes my face.

My dad used to ignore me when I was a kid. He couldn't stand my voice, so he just used to ignore me, and then he'd impersonate me.

I've always believed no matter how many shots I miss, I'm going to make the next one.

It depends how lenient you are with your definition of artist. If you're going to include those who tap dance at the high school recital, then maybe I am.