There was a time in L.A. when I drove to 7-Eleven to go grocery shopping and I locked my keys in my car which wasn't insured. My wallet was in there and I couldn't call AAA because I only had $7 in my bank account. It was one of those moments where I was like 'O.K. I literally have nothing right now.'
My solo album is dead and buried. We had the funeral. It was sad and I cried a lot but it made such a beautiful corpse that we had an open casket.
When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?