I consider a good dinner party at our house to be where people drink and eat more than they're meant to. My husband is a really fantastic cook. His mother is Italian and if you walk into our house, we assume you're starving.
I didn't grow up in the typical happy American home, but music was always a safe and wonderful place for me to go.
We're not children here. The law is-how should I put it? A convenience. Or a convenience for some people, and an inconvenience for other people.