Always the nights before I need to get up early Jackson kicks me in the head every hour on the hour, or I wake up at 3 a.m. and stagger through the dark for a glass of water, feeling, as the result of just a wee bit too much red wine, like an owl's been sleeping my mouth. And when my alarm goes off at 5:45 I think, I can't do two hours of yoga in this state, I'll die. And then there's this dreadful floating sensation as my body gets out of bed and bundles up and thaws out my car and drives the speed limit all the way down Anacapa Street to hit all the green lights and goes into the shala, where six people are already halfway through their practice, and lays out a mat and starts breathing like Darth Vader. Like most grownups half my age I've at long last learned something about discipline, about taking the panic and the unwillingness and the fear out of everything from making phone calls to standing on my head. What's that saying? Ninety percent of life is just showing up. Which is one of seventeen reasons why I love this interview:
“She got absolutely no sleep, and the next morning she was wired,” he said. “She agonized over whether to have the singer who was covering for her put on call, but then she decided not to set off an alarm. She went out and gave one of her best Didos. It was awesome—she just sang into the fatigue."
NPR audio interview from Saturday.