Music has its own depths, and I let it take me where it takes me, even if it means stripping all my clothes off.

I would have rebelled against parental authority, no matter what. When I was 15, I started painting my face and making my own clothes.

Religion has stayed with me even though I rebelled.

I just go with the flow, I follow the yellow brick road. I don't know where it's going to lead me, but I follow it.

Failure means a stripping away of the inessential.

It was very painful combing my hair. My grand-uncle was a Pentecostal bishop, and he was very strict: our hair couldn't be permed or straightened. So I just cut it all off.