Thursday, July 14, 2005
Billie Holiday once wrote: "I guess I'm not the only one who heard their first good jazz in a whorehouse." Wait, wrong quote... She also said: "If I don't have friends, then I ain't nothing." Despite battling prostitution, racism and a killer heroin addiction, she was incredibly talented with against-the-odds kind of smarts. She was alone in a way that I understand, and she's so right in having said that.
Wow, you people were amazing. Thank you Cyril, Dan, Dave, Jennifer, Jessica, John, Lilly, Mark, Melissa, Mike Jay, Millie, Monica, Nick, Redboy, Rich, Ricky, Rob, Ryan, Shelby, Skip, Tim, Tom, and Zack. The cameo appearances were truly stellar.
I suppose my favorite performance was "Another Witching Hour" because it's new, and I really mean it and becuase there's a chord in there that Mike Jay taught me how to play. That song goes a little like this: I'm sitting on my hands / I've bit through my lip / but I don't think I'll complain. / I'll smile sweetly now / with bedroom eyes / and you'll think I'm insane.
I don't have too much else to say because I was left sort of speechless. Thank you to Lilly for taking photos, to Tom for yelling the loudest inappropriate and appropriate things, to John and Mark for the impromptu and completely ineffective dance lesson, to Master Shake for walking without legs, to Morgan for making me sound pretty, and to Ricky for always making everything happen.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
The set list for Mickey's Blue Room landed on my forearm (incredibly uninteresting photo below), which was actually so much easier to read than sharpie on paper from the floor. Maybe Dave will invent an armband that I can write on... No, then it'll look too much like an 'arm sock' which is something I don't understand and wish girls who play (or in most cases, don't bother to actually play) the rock and roll wouldn't wear. They're just sending the wrong message to the kids with their ill-fated hair color and horrible arm socks. It's a fucking sock. That's not where you put it.
I snuck in some really, really old songs, and didn't play either of the new songs I've just written. It felt like an old school kind of night. After Jessica left, I was the only girl in the place. Just like old times. Although I've never done it and probably never will, it's so tempting when I'm adjusting the guitar in between songs to disclose the muse (or, in most cases, idiot) for the next song. But that's the beauty of the song, for me - in that I can take all animosity and drip it bit by bit into nice melodies and clever, curt & sometimes even rhyming lyrics. I've never told anyone (except maybe Dave) who all of these songs are about. Some are easy to guess, I suppose. The new ones will be trickiest to decode because no one has any idea what I've been up to. But none of the songs are about just one person - they're like a 3-minute collage of all of the good and the bad and even the only-okay people I meet, love, hate and love again. I never hate for long, it's tiresome.
But I'm truly grateful for the idiots. My newest track, "Another Witching Hour", would not have been born without idiot short guy, who just managed to irritate me enough to write it down on paper one night (and it can all be born in just one night). I'm not sure vindication is possible, especially coming from a slight girl like myself, but I might die singing as I try...
I really did want to trade guitars with John Kopf. I know his name is detailed on the neck, but that would just make it cooler for me to have. That way I would play shows and people would be trying to figure out who makes this suspicious brand of 'John Kopf' guitars.
Ahhh, I love Ricky, but who doesn't? The way that he answered his cell phone mid-chorus and drifted back in to the song without missing more than 2 beats was wonderful. He is truly a magical, atomic elf.
Thank you to Ethan for taking photos (showcased above), and for traveling so far east without fellow MTV-er's to assist. Thank you to Nick, Zack, Yessicah, Daveed and the Rock. And lastly, thank you to Tim, for being a noble and brave gentleman, for which I can only hope will inspire others in the years to come.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
This is Raab Himself, standing on a beach in Rio a few weeks ago. This has nothing to do with my songs. Dave says that looking at him smile like this is like looking at a slice of pure sunshine. The reason this picture is so great is because a colleague took it on the Viva La Bam shoot in Rio, just for me. That was nice. Someday, if I'm lucky and 10 years younger and beautiful, maybe I'll be Mrs. Himself... (Jokes about Russian mail-order-brides need not be told here). Oh yeah, Dave is not gay.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Many, many thanks to the kind folks who came out to see the show last week at Niagara. Especially Mike Jay, who not only played by my side but even let me blame him for the horribly wrong chords I started playing mid-song during "Trading You In". He's too good to me. It was really, really hot on that tiny little stage. I was wearing half a shirt and was sweating like crazy, and then I looked over at Mike and he had two long sleeve button up shirts on. I'm surprised he didn't pass out. I'm also surprised that I didn't throw something at the douchebag at the bar that was drumming on the bartop during my whole set.
My apologizes to Tim for the Punknacious mishap, which will be corrected at the next show. And my gratitude to Ricky, for his support, enabling and fantastic eye makeup skills.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
This was last night at City Hall Park, at the "Listen: NYC Unites for Sexual Assault Awareness" event. Dude, I rocked that shit. No, really, it was a nice tiny event right up against a very loud water fountain. It's a tremendous organization and I was glad to have the opportunity to contribute. Thank you to Daaveed, Yessica and the Rock for the support.