I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.
For a song cycle to work, you have to feel these things when you hear them and you either have an emotional reaction to it or you don't. The plotline is something that gets woven together in the back-story.
Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.
There is a phenomenal amount of pressure on women in this industry: they are considered vintage by the time they hit their mid-30s.
I can see how the young girls really get hurt when their moms are critical, or vice versa when they're overly critical of their moms. It can be so painful.
The world that we all knew before, could wake up in feeling safe... now it seems that everything has been turned upside down.
