I needed my own territory, and I didn't know how I was going to get it. And so I took my frustrations and plugged them into someone entirely different from me. I wanted to see if I could slip into someone else's skin.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was an accomplice in my own frustration.
As a young person, I was on the road playing music, so I was getting new environments shoved in my face whether I wanted them or not.
I chose to present myself as one who comes from among the people, and I can be touched by their pain because I have my own.
I was very pushed to look a certain way and act a certain way, and it wasn't me, but I played by their rules to get my foot in the door.
I intentionally aided them by being there and blocking an avenue of escape for the victims.
I've got a quick mouth, and I set my boundaries. Nothing ever happened that I couldn't handle. Once when a guy came on stage making rude gestures, I hit him over the head with my guitar.
I would have made a lousy stripper. I'm just not very comfortable exposing myself.
Feeling comfortable in my own skin has never been easy for me.
I always did my own thing. I'm not an outsider, but I have one foot in and one foot out.
It's good to have to put yourself in someone else's skin. It's all-consuming.