My mother, who was quite sharp when I was young, became utterly mild.
Back then, I didn't have a big organization around me. I was just a kid with a guitar, traveling around. My responsibility basically was to the art, and I had extra time on my hands. There is no extra time now. There isn't enough time.
I'm my own worst critic, and if I don't pull off what I think I wanted to do in my head, then I won't be a happy girl.
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