For me, hearing my voice is sometimes a little nauseating, especially at Christmas.
“For me, hearing my voice is sometimes a little nauseating, especially at Christmas.”
The World Motivation
For me, hearing my voice is sometimes a little nauseating, especially at Christmas.
“For me, hearing my voice is sometimes a little nauseating, especially at Christmas.”
For me, hearing my voice is sometimes a little nauseating, especially at Christmas.
Every performer has a little gem, a little pearl they have done that nobody pays much attention to. And then one day, somebody does recognize it, which is so gratifying.
At this stage, most of the awards I get are concerned with my longevity. Even I'm amazed at myself because there have been new generations since I've been born and new music that they create, so it's amazing to still be on the radar.
No, I don't regret my decision at all, especially after I started this music career. My eyes were as big as saucers.
I always liked it when people go back in time to discover things about themselves, like with 'A Christmas Carol' and you're getting a tour of your life by the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future.
I love cooking during Christmas, all smells like the hot apple cider, the hot spiced wine.
The association between Christmas and punk rock started when I was 13, when my friends and I went to see a band play in the cafeteria of our high school. It was a punk rock band. A band called Shrapnel.
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against.
The world changes. The world is completely different now from when I was growing up. Back then, you didn't say things like they say now, out loud, about race and things. But that's just progress. When are we going to find out that we're all the same - we're all absolutely, without a doubt, the same?
We all need a big cushiony telly show to fall back on. Like the pair of slippers after you unexpectedly went Christmas shopping in your work shoes. Like the cup of tea when your deadlines are making you cry. Like the hug off someone who matters when it's cold and you wanted to look nice, not warm.