There was a point in my teenage years, when we were starting to play bigger shows and females were running after tour buses and all that, and my mom – and I remember this like it was yesterday – said: “Look, I want you to know that I couldn’t be prouder of you. You are extraordinary. You move people. But it doesn’t make you better than them. You still put your pants on the same way as them, one leg at a time every morning.” I thought about learning to jump right into them, just to mess with her. But what she said stuck with me, and I think it’s true.
