I loved Michael Jackson and Madonna. I styled my hair like Whitney Houston.
Concha Buika
Hope is for people who wait. And I don't want to wait no more. I'm not scared anymore. I'm not scared of myself. Of my things. Of my fear. Of absolutely nothing. And that's music.
Las Vegas is a very strange place. It's a place of broken dreams.
I am the consequence of a particular type of demographic movement, one that has always involved paying a high price. But I don't know much about styles or genres. I only know notes and chords.
I was always the only black in the movie theater, the only black in class, the only black in the library, the only black in the discotheque. I always felt observed and judged.
I love house music. I love all music.
I feel what I sing, and I sing what I feel. Really, that's all I can do.
I sing against emotional dictatorships, and against the imposition of one person over another, in the name of love.
Sure, I know that I cannot speak in proper English. I know that I can't sing in proper English. I don't care.
They kicked me out of the church when I'm a little girl because they said I'm singing like a dog. They didn't want me to sing there anymore.
I think that at one moment you're apt for one thing, and at the next moment you're apt for something else.
It has cost me a great deal to become myself. I don't want to be another person.
I find inspiration in everything.
I'm not scared about saying what I think.
I live in a universe in which blame doesn't exist. I don't believe in being at fault; I believe in taking responsibility for your actions. If I do something wrong, I take responsibility for it.
I have a very big conflict with the individualization of love. I feel like it's egotistical to just love one person when you can love so many of them. I feel so much love that I declare myself a lover of all.
