The media tried to destroy my parents and has taken things completely out of context, but there’s not a whole lot you can do in terms of fighting back. You have to hope that it passes, which it always does. But they have to be careful. They didn’t necessarily sign up for this.
One thing I can’t do, and I hope that there are other people out there that feel the same way, is climb a rope. Oh my gosh, it’s so hard to climb rope! It’s all about grip and arms.
I really like to look like a history book. I can look 1940s, I can look 1970s hippie-chic, or sometimes I’ll pull that ’80s Brooklyn hip-hop kid with the door-knocker earrings.
I still have a spiritual base and a spiritual foundation. And my conversation with God is very open-ended. I pray for humility, honestly, because it’s very easy to be caught up in this world.
I’m still driving along on the pop freeway of life. Thinking even further into the future, I definitely want to make an acoustic record. I want to try lots of different things.
I was a hop-around. I hung out with the rockabilly crew, the guys who were trying to be rappers, the funny kids.
Not to sound overly cheesy but I really appreciate the freedom we have in America – especially as a female.
Santa Barbara is my hood. I mean, it’s not much of a hood, but it is definitely like my hood. I claim Santa Barbara like I claim my family. I’m going to be married and buried there.