Last summer in Italy, a festival tour, another band asked a Milanese journalist what I was like. Unbeknownst to them, within earshot of my crew. He says, "Oh you know, an angry white female." What a cop-out! What a lazy answer. Strangely, everytime I ever was around any of these press dudes I was in a very good mood. Being a ham, being comic. What
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