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how tonight was beautiful and useful and joyous.

Posted by jessica on Dec 9, 2011 with No Comments
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I don’t know what’s worse: a 58 year old MTA employee asking me for my number, the rats on the platform next to me, the fact that I’m on the platform at 4:10 am, or the noticeable lack of heat on the platform right now.

Not that I’m complaining. I’m really just stating facts. Honestly, what’s an adventure without rats, some weather, late nights, and awkward conversations? Not much of one, that’s what.

Throw in being momentarily lost in Chinatown in the middle of the night, and Hey, Ulysses, who’s on an odyssey now?!

Why am I out so late? you might be wondering. Just a magical little open mic that I happened to stumble upon on the lower east side, is all. Lucky Jack’s. But really, I’m the lucky one. Because the place was just vibrant with creativity; buzzing with encouragement.

Of course, this meant they all did some sort of exuberant chanting that sounded like yoga on crack when I got up to play–being a mic club “virgin” and all–but I handled it well, I think. And, like I said, that kind of environment in the room made it hard not to want to share your gift generously.

Oh! But Tarrah Reynolds was the featured artist, meaning she played a set with her band. Her back-up vocalist is currently the lead singer for Bill T. Jones’ latest project (he’s a brilliant choreographer–one of the most notable of the 21st century, really). And Tarrah has performed with many artists who you’d basically give your first child over to indentured servanthood (seven years–not that bad, considering!) for the chance to sing with any of them–Bono being on that list.

That band was perfect. Their sound reminds me of the way people who really love wine describe it–rich and smooth and sexy and, well, intoxicating. Though they sounded nothing like the way I’d describe wine–bitter and dry and not worth pretending to like just to blend in with the adults.

Listening to them in that crowded and colorful bar felt transcendent. Like nothing bad effected me anymore. I read this quote today–something about throwing away anything that is not beautiful or useful or joyous–and it was like I could feel those best and necessary parts of life crowding out the other stuff. Making it almost easy to throw away–the stuff that’s not beautiful or useful or joyous, I mean.

And I met a lot of people. I have so many cards in my purse that I’m  gonna have to sort through in the morning. Wait. It is the morning. You know what I mean. I think I got a gig, too. And I wore floral leggings. But I don’t think those two things are connected.

Oh, and one guy told me that I am a real treat. Ha. A treat. That sounds condescending or something, but this guy didn’t say it like that. He said it like being a real treat is one of the best things to be in life, which was nice. Plus, he has a girlfriend, so he wasn’t trying to get with me, either. Double nice. He had heard me play Boi Boi Boi at an open mic last night, but we got the chance to talk tonight, and he said that he hears a lot of girls talk about how they’re more than just a body, more than how they look, blah blah blah. “But you really are,” he said. “You’re the real thing; and there’s a lot to you.”

I could have kissed him.

You know, on the cheek.

Giving him a respectable kiss on the cheek sounds like a real treat, if you ask me.

Oh, and it was a full moon tonight. I have decided that I will never throw away the moon, because it is so beautiful and so useful and so very joyous.

we can be…intense.

Posted by jessica on Nov 26, 2011 with 2 Comments
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I spent some time with a brother of mine tonight.
It was really good.
It’s easy to take it for granted when you’re little.
Spending time together, I mean.
But then you become what the world likes to call grown up.
You don’t see each other with bed head nearly as often anymore.
You don’t get as many late night talks.
You don’t sing songs to your parents about how they broke your tv.
Sometimes being grown up is sad.
And it’s definitely not the way we thought it would be.
We always dreamt of being able to drive.
For pretty much one reason alone.
“Cause then we’d go to Landhope Farms all the time and get as much candy and hot dogs as we want!” we promised each other.
I’m sort of glad that didn’t come true.
Turns out I don’t want as much candy and as many hot dogs as I thought I did, after all.
But, like I said, it was really good to be with each other.
And he sure does make me laugh.
“It must be so weird!” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Being single.”
“I guess…” I acknowledged.
“Are you, like, just always on the hunt? Always thinking of every guy you meet as a potential, you know, guy for you?”
“Hmmm…sort of…but that sounds more intense than it really is, I think.”
“But, Jess,” he said, “You always have to bring your A game–I mean, it’s like a constant interview process for you!”

Well, thanks, Jonathan–cause, if it wasn’t before, well, now it’s weird!

Just kidding.
I just think he’s funny.
And intense.
It tends to run in my family.
Did I mention playing dodgeball out in California with a couple siblings of mine?
We played mostly with kids.
And, let’s just say I sure didn’t mind informing seven year olds when I got them out.
Informing them repeatedly.
Or at least until they walked off the court.
CAUSE THE GIRL IN THE PINK DRESS AND GLASSES WAS OUT, GOSHDARNIT!
We had a good laugh over that.
Like I said, intense.
And I can assure you, I brought my A game to dodgeball.
But it had nothing whatsoever to do with possible suitors and everything to do with possibly winning.

thank you, but, no.

Posted by jessica on Nov 21, 2011 with No Comments
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So, this has happened once before, but it was an honest mistake, and so I let it go as that. But. It recently happened again, and this time, it was a little more…awkward, I guess. See, it is commonplace to exchange phone numbers with other musicians. Especially when they get you a gig in Philly. [...]

making art and stuff.

Posted by jessica on Nov 19, 2011 with 2 Comments
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Late tonight I was practicing music in my church when a guy walked in. I had never met him before, but he had lots to say and subsequently, so did I. We talked about Occupy Wall Street and the Obama Administration and education in America and unemployment in America and Socialism vs. Capitalism and Penn [...]

joshua tree national park.

Posted by jessica on Nov 14, 2011 with No Comments
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  Don’t worry, Jase was jumping, too. Just from behind the camera lens. And all those boulders behind us? We climbed them. And there was quite a discrepancy over my hat. The general consensus was that it is yellow; I maintain it’s a sort of green. The kind of green you’d find on the carpets [...]

But I like it.

Posted by jessica on Oct 18, 2011 with 4 Comments
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I just got back to my little NYC bedroom and slid under my covers to the tune of this thought: My life is weird, but I like it. It was a completely unanticipated thought; I mean, I was under no compunction to think it. It just happened, which makes me think it must be true. [...]

a list.

Posted by jessica on Sep 20, 2011 with 7 Comments
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Things that made today better. Or interesting (which is generally better, anyway) are as follows: Trapper. He works at the Media Post Office and helped me mail a package today. At first I thought he just didn’t feel much like talking, but after interpreting his gestures and following his finger as he pointed to this [...]

high-five.

Posted by jessica on Aug 29, 2011 with 8 Comments
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I hurriedly walked through the wet city streets, making my way home from the gym early this evening. I clutched my customary six tootsie rolls in my right hand. Yes, six. I work out, then I pick out six tootsie rolls from the huge bucket that presents itself on the way out. I always feel [...]

body language.

Posted by jessica on Jul 29, 2011 with 2 Comments
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I’ve heard that ninety percent of communication is done through body language. And today, I saw it. See, I was riding on the subway, just sitting down, lost in my world of music. There was a small-ish space next to me and then a lady was sitting in the space right next to that. A [...]

things that make me laugh.

Posted by jessica on May 31, 2011 with 6 Comments
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Funny things happen. Oh, dear God, thank you for this. Just yesterday, my pop and mom were looking at some new pictures of me singing at a show that are on Facebook. I don’t think I look particularly good in these pictures. I look passionate, sure, and like I might just burst a vein or [...]