I find a lot of my motivation through song lyrics. If I connect with them, I kick it.
One of AC/DC’s songs, ‘Spoilin’ For a Fight’, gets me in the mood. In the mood for taking back my life, kicking ass and taking some names. Might even throw a throat punch or two in there.
To be totally transparent. which is something really important to me when I write, I am obese. I would say morbidly obese. Like a lot of other people, I haven’t always been that way. I’m so heavy right now that I can’t stand for very long because my lower back starts hurting so intensely I could cry. I sweat when I wash dishes or do laundry because I’m holding so much extra weight.
Whether it’s healthy or not, who knows. It works for me. There’s something deep-seeded and primordial that lives within me. And in order to relieve that pressure, I use various forms of therapy to help. One of those forms of therapy is listening to deep, throaty, guitar-heavy, angry, passionate music. It’s like I’m a pressure cooker, and filling my ears with this glorious noise releases the steam.
I always thought it was something I just enjoyed, that was very different from my fellow female friends. Forget Brittney, give me some Slipknot.