When younger and living in Santa Barbara: ‘I lay on my back one night and looked down at my feet, and I prayed to God. I said, ‘God, will you please let me have boobs so big that I can’t see my feet when I’m lying down?’’ At age 11 God answered my prayers. I had no clue they would fall into my armpits eventually.’
When she sang, people would pay her for it. At 13, ‘I’d go to the farmers’ market in Santa Barbara, and I’d put out my guitar case, and I’d test out these little ditty songs that I would write, and I would get a couple of avocados, a bag of pistachios, and, like, fifteen bucks. That was a lot of money for me.’
Her family was poor: ‘We kind of barely got by. Money was always the biggest problem in our house. My parents are oddballs, but I love them. My mom went dancing in Spain with Jimi Hendrix dad used LSD when he hung with Timothy Leary’s circle.’
I do not believe God is an old guy sitting on a throne with a long beard.. I don’t believe in heaven and hell as a destination. I’ve never had any plastic surgery. Not a nose, not a chin, not a cheek, not a tit. So my messages of self-empowerment are truly coming from an au naturel product.
I see everything through a spiritual lens. I believe in a lot of astrology. I believe in aliens. I look up into the stars and I imagine: How self-important are we to think that we are the only life-form?
I mean, if my relationship with Obama gets any better, I’m going to ask him that question. It just hasn’t been appropriate yet. I might have won Wisconsin for him. Actually, I didn’t do too much, but he called on me a couple of times. Which was very nice.’