At 10, I was taking special lessons to go to Julliard music
   school. My mother was pressured by her friends and she went
   along with it, and so did I.

   But after six months, I had a flash of insight into the
   lifestyle.

   Learning to play to perfection. The structure. It felt like
   being a potato going through a french fry cutter. I liked my
   bumpiness, my skin, even the dirt stubbornly clinging to the
   sides of the potato.

   As soon as I understood the systems... the processes, the
   structures of something, I wanted no part of it. I was satisfied
   with knowing the structure they wanted and avoiding it.

   Anyway, she understood when I said "I don't want to go." It was
   one of most courageous things I did at the time, because as far
   as I knew, this was The Road Set Out For Me.

   Such a relief it was.