I'm Still Finding My Way,

I'm Trying To Have My Own Thing, And I Don't Know If It's Even Possible. I Didn't Realize So Many People Actually Think I'm Trying To Be Like My Dad. I Read Comments Like 'she's No Elvis.' I'm Not Trying To Be. I Never Set Out To Be.

With A Lot Of Hair And Make-up Then I'm Possibly, Remotely Attractive. But It's Rare, I Don't Think I'm Ugly But I'm Nothing Particularly Special. I'm Not A Yoga And Health Girl. I Don't Exercise That Much And I Eat Crap And Smoke And Bite My Nails.

I Have Always Been A Singer/songwriter And I Was Pushed In Places I Didn't Want To Do, Like Pop Or Top Forty. I Don't Belong There.

People That Were In My Life For A Long Time Turned Sinister And Tried To Control Me, And All Kinds Of Weird Stuff Happened. But There Was No Conscience Involved; That Threw Me More Than Anything.

I Would Describe My Aesthetic As Definitely Personal And Harmonious With An Eclectic Yet Bohemian Sensibility.