my notes on the note, etc.
in Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as bamf, day, Dia, dia frampton, fashion show, favorite thing, peter frampton, phone, plenty, revelation, room walls, show, stage, three keys, time, Valentine, waffle maker, weird thing, west chester pa, YOURSELF
I played a show in West Chester, PA, tonight. Opened for Dia Frampton. Though, I was telling a friend this over the phone, and he thought I said Peter Frampton. Which cracked me up. And I think my friend was a little disappointed that he misheard me.
The venue (the note) was really cool. Well, it looked exactly like this, actually.
And the weird thing about playing solo–other than the rather overwhelming revelation as you walk onto stage that every last note about to be heard has to come from YOURSELF and JUST YOURSELF–is that you generally arrive alone. And, since you have to sound check and stuff, you generally arrive early. Which means there is a lot of downtime to be had. Which means that there is plenty of time to read the various things people have written on the walls of the green room over the years. And gaze at the pictures.
Some of which are not so gaze-able.
Trust me on that.
But, I think my favorite thing I read on the green room walls of The Note had to have been this:
There are two keys in life:
The turkey,
The monkey,
and sometimes the donkey.
I am not sure why, but it just struck me as so funny. And rather nonsensical in that the phrase actually lists three keys instead of just two. But who’s counting, right?
And–here’s something so nice–the producer of the show gave me more than we agreed upon. And it wasn’t a mistake, either. I reminded him of exactly how much we’d set and then he goes and meticulously counts out more than that and hands it to me like it ain’t no thang at all. But it is a thing; it’s quite a thing. And I am grateful for that thing.
Tomorrow morning I go back to NYC and then I have a fitting for another fashion show and then a rehearsal with some bamf brooklyn musicians who have warned me that they own both a waffle maker and a juicer and not to be alarmed if waffles and juice come into play. Of course, I would be shocked and appalled, but I suppose I would choke them down for the good of musical camaraderie and all that. The fact that I LOVE waffles and juice would have nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.
Ahem.
And then I want to go into the laundry room to record something I have in mind for Valentine’s Day. Which is vastly approaching, you know. And guess what? It’s gonna be good this year. No, really, it is. Cause I get to play more music at Sleep No More’s Manderley Bar, so happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.
Maybe I will even wear pink.
Maybe.
what. an. offer.
in Funny Stuff, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as Boundaries, business, business man, envelopes, fifties, girl, hug, Humans, life, midtown, muscles, penn station, place, seventh avenue, something, sunny day, super bowl, tch, thread, weekend
These pictures have nothing whatsoever to do with what I’m about to write. Except for the fact that they are pictures of me, and well, I am writing about my life. So I suppose there is some thread of connection, after all. And, oh, they are from when I played Fashion Delivers last weekend.
Anyway.
Today was an interesting, sunny day.
Lots of people out and about.
I mean, it is New York City. The place is jam-packed with people. That’s partly why I love it. Humans are fascinating, I think. Never boring. Especially not today.
First, there is the guy outside Penn Station. He comes out of nowhere and envelopes me in a huge hug. My sense of boundaries are pushed and prodded with that one, I have to admit. But he is nice enough. Says something about my smile and the angels. But then he mentions football, so I am confused. Maybe he is still high on the super bowl win or something, I don’t know.
Then, there is the guy in midtown, on seventh avenue. Looks to be somewhere in his fifties. A business man, dressed up and stuff.
He slowly walks up to me. “You are so exotic,” he tells me, making this Pennsylvania born and bred girl laugh a little. “I just love your sense of style, too,” he mentions, and I thank him. “You’re from here?” he asks, and I nod my head, not wanting to delve into where I’m from with him, so here suits me just fine. Sure, I’m from seventh avenue today.
“Well,” he continues, “You probably want some young guy–with muscles and all that–but that’s overrated.”
I just listen.
“Would you do me a favor?” he asks, before saying, “If I give you my number and promise you that I will be the best white b*tch you’ve ever had, will you call me?”
Is this happening? I wonder and then realize he’s actually waiting for an answer.
Waiting for me to either accept or refute his offer to be the BEST WHITE B*TCH I’VE EVER HAD. I am not sure there’s any competition; I am not sure, in fact, that I’ve ever even had one, to be honest.
I quickly mumble something about how my *boyfriend* would not like that.
The guy leans in and lowers his voice, “But he wouldn’t have to know,” he tells me, like we two could share the best secret known to man.
Oh, what fun.
“That wouldn’t work for me,” I tell him. “I’m honest.”
He looks disappointed and starts to walk away, but before he does, he asks, “Your boyfriend–how old is he?
“Twenty-seven,” I say, pulling a number out of the air.
He shakes his head. “You shoulda been with a twenty-seven year old when you were in high school,” he mutters as he makes his exit.
I don’t think my parents would agree with that sentiment.
And that might have been the weirdest exchange I’ve had with a stranger to date. Or at least, it’s in the top three, I’d say.
Gosh, best white b*tch I’ve ever had.
And I walked away, folks; just walked away.
THANK GOD.
lucky and stuff.
in Loved Ones, Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as caps, earphones, FOUR, friday night, friday nights, girl, help, kind, lucky girl, muscles, polo shirt, pop, purse, rap, recording, snare drum, song, ukulele, weight
“This is for you,” my pop told me, handing me an adorable little purse across the table tonight. “It’s a recording present…and it has a ukulele on it!” And look at that–isn’t it so adorable? I am one very lucky girl. And WE DID IT! We recorded FOUR SONGS in just under TWO DAYS. And, [...]
sleep no more + I need a doctor (cover).
in Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings, video
as bonsai trees, doctor, homeless person, inch heels, kind, kind of observation, leather shop, new friend, party, person, publicist, purse, radio program, recording, shop, someone, sooooooooo, today, tom larsen, wayne tucker
Last night, I played Sleep No More’s Storytelling post party here in NYC. And it looked like this: (that’s Wayne Tucker, Biet Simkin, me, and Tom Larsen, from left to right–they are incredible musicians; such a privilege to collaborate with them) I also met with my publicist today. Yes, this means I have a publicist, which [...]
all dressed up with a ukulele.
in Funny Stuff, Performance, there are pictures here
as breakfast, breakfast meeting, care, catwalk, courage, dear friends, event, fashion, fashion event, first meeting, heck outta, japanese man, kind, kind lady, makeup, musical sense, someone, tomorrow, uke, ukulele, Voice
I am so tired right now and I have to get up for a breakfast meeting in the morning. And then I have two shows…so, right. This post will be short. A very kind lady did my makeup for the pre-shows fashion event tonight. “I have googled you,” she told me, upon first meeting. “It [...]
the human pack unicorn.
in Funny Stuff, Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as anyone, ballet classes, beach boys, canvas tote bag, ease, faith belief, freedom, gotta, horse, important date, pack, pack horse, penn station, player, purse, someone, train station, ukulele, unicorn, white rabbit
You guys. I really need to take up a very tiny instrument. One that fits into my pocket, preferably. One that doesn’t make me look like this at the train station: Cause right now I am lugging around: a keyboard, a ukulele, a suitcase, a purse, and a canvas tote bag. I think I will [...]
I am not a millionaire, but I did do an interview at Z100 and that’s something, I guess.
in Funny Stuff, Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as beater, chinese character, coffee shop, contact, elvis duran, facebook, freak, freak out, gift, love, Modell, neon sign, planet, pop, red balloon, show, undershirts, WANTS, who wants to be a millionaire, Yep, yoga teacher, z100
Here’s some irony: Today, I get a facebook message from someone, telling me that he’s glad I’m “a millionaire now.” And so, let me tell you what this millionaire went and did. Tried to buy one of those packs of men’s undershirts at Modell’s because I forgot a shirt to wear to class tonight. And [...]
a show and some thoughts and some socks, too. dry ones.
in Performance, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as confession, crowd, delicates, dry socks, facebook, gift, hand, irrational fear, kind, life, panties, precious gift, show, song, sound man, Taller, thought, time, underwear
I had a show last night. It was dreamy. Many people were packed into the small bar and they were listening. A listening crowd is a precious, precious gift; one that I don’t take lightly. The sound man snapped at me while sound checking. Confession: whenever someone yells at me, I instantly feel a). five [...]
oh, that’s better.
Said my brother to me yesterday: “No way you’re going on television with a ukulele that won’t hold a tune for longer than two measures! Go out and get a new one. Preferably, one that stays tuned and stuff.” SO I DID, Y’ALL. *and if you think I look tired here, it’s because I am tired [...]
