Wallet Whoa's!!

So Tuesday morning, I had remembered that I meant to empty my wallet of it's change. So, I took it out of my purse, brought it to my room and started depositing change into the Industrial sized Bombay Sapphire gin bottle that I use to collect coins. Yes, I did have some part in emptying the bottle. Nevertheless, when I was done putting the coins in the bottle, for some reason, I didn't put my wallet back in my purse...so...I went to go get some coffee and breakfast at work that morning...and I didn't have my wallet. I knew exactly where it was and when I didn't see it in my purse, I kinda did one of those 'Scrubs'-like-flashbacks where I pictured my lonely wallet, atop my yarn storage box. Sigh. Since I get coffee often, they gave me what I wanted on an IOU. Thankfully, I brought my lunch. Good enough.

So, Wednesday, with wallet. All good. I did extract my wallet from my purse to purchase another refill on my coffee. Why I didn't just get out a dollar, I'll never know. I keep my purse under my desk, and when I went to put my wallet away, apparently, I kind of just placed it on top of my purse. So, when I grabbed it at the end of the day, the wallet just kind of...you know...popped off. I didn't notice it was missing until I was at the Post Office wanting to know why a package never got delivered...and they couldn't help me without my ID. Great. Yet, again, I had another of those 'Scrubs'-like moments, and knew exactly where it was...I consider myself VERY fortunate, to be able to actually KNOW where my wallet was, but also wonder if such carelessness on my behalf actually means something...perhaps this is an omen...a GOOD omen. I'd like to think it means there will soon be a time where I won't have to worry about my money. Perhaps I'm full of shit. But I doubt it. :)

I am thankful for...

...My higher power
...my friends and family
...my body...that it's intact
...my talent...that it's appreciated and that I actually have it
...my apartment
...my car
...my job
...my hair (best hairdo. evar.)
...the ability to love and be loved
...my education
...my trio
...my choir
...quitting smoking
...the air
...trees and all flora and/or fauna
...too many other things to name, but you get the idea...

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

The Fight for your Right to be Entertained...

I'm on my way to getting into the big scary world of entertainment. Cliffs will be jumped, abysses (abyss-i) will be leaped, etc. etc. I haven't written a song in a damn long while, but that's beside the point. I just signed the petition for the WGA.

I knew about the strike. I said: "Good for them!" and went about my business. I have now seen at least 10 YouTube vid blogs from the writers themselves this afternoon, (pre-Thanksgiving slump @ work) and am simply appalled. I have heard that it was bad, but I had NO idea exactly how bad. Well, I think y'all should know how bad. They get it worse than new musicians under their big conglomerate companies. And recording artists make shit! I've done my homework on the music side, but if you looked into what the WGA is going through, you couldn't NOT sign up in support. The writers, after all, make the shows what they are. The brilliance of Heroes, The Office, BSG, untold movies, Colbert, Daily Show and others are only brilliant because of the writers. In fact, watch this:
Here's the writers of the "Daily Show" telling you what's what, if you were in withdrawal.



And a great explanation of what's really going on. Almost all of you are in the arts...you can tell me to go violate myself or whatever, but I'm taking a stand. Regardless if I become a mega awesome singer bitch or not (not that I'm not already :) I support the people who give me intelligent entertainment, and even the ones who don't. Because even morons need to laugh.

Exactly 1 week ago, I was in Marin with my mother having some gnosh. We were at Marin College and my mother was accepting my father's Congressional Medal of Honor. The San Francisco Chapter of the Tuskegee Airmen held their ceremonies on November 11, 2007 to honor the all Black 322nd company for their service to a country who wouldn't even let them sit at the front of the bus. I hate to say it, but I have a big "It's about time" attitude for this honor. Now that that's over, when my mother was onstage accepting the honor, I wept. Hard.


It was an emotionally draining day.
That's all I have to say about that...

In complete contrast, I had the opportunity to sing here last night:

onstage at Herbst Theater. I have been singing backup for Pasquale Esposito. A Bocelli-like artist who has been gracious enough to have me on this "mini-tour" of the Bay Area. We did the Montgomery in San Jose in early October, Modesto 3 weeks ago, and last night in S.F. There are talks of a larger national tour and I have been tapped for the CD. They want to tap me for the tour as well...During the break after sound check I took one of the other singers to dinner to Citizen Cake which I parked kitty corner from getting to the Theater. I remembered that Mr. Binty had recommended this place and now I know why. If y'all are going to a show in S.F., stop there first. Very nice place...though I looked like a homeless person. I tend to REALLY dress down before a show. Ah well...our waitress and our hostess were very awesome though...A great meal was had by all. I had to pass on the Creme Brulee...dammit...next time, for sure!!

Yeah, still haven't heard from Theater Works...so...there that is.

All in all, things are going very very well.
Now for laundry :)

Whee, this is fun!!

Now we're on CD Baby too!

They got clips if you wanna sample...(hint, hint)

:)

Blahblahblah...{sigh}

I'm feeling sort of...well...out of sorts.
I've got nothing to be ashamed of, lots of exciting stuff going on, and yet, I feel a bout of the "blues" coming on, and I don't have a gig anytime soon to release this. Well..I have one next week, but that's the last Italian dude gig. Either way. I know everybody gets this way every now and again, and I guess it's just my turn. I just think it's sucky. I didn't show to some events I was invited to this past weekend, and I just chilled out at the house. I flipped through channels, and relaxed. It was SOOOOOO nice. That's another thing, I wasn't sad, or depressed, though I did have some big things on my mind, but...I just....stopped. I don't do that very often, and again...I guess it was just my turn.
I think it's the "it's getting darker sooner" bit.
I do kinda hate that.

CD!! Whee!!

So, I have an album now.
It's available on Amazon!!
Soon to be on CD Baby, and iTunes!
Dude.
Can you say surreal??

Nothing like skin on skin...

Ah, massages...
I'm treating myself to a 1 1/2 hour massage every freaking month from here on out.
Totally.
Unfortunately, I'm at work, and had to wake up early but the effects of a massage are not so easily dismissed. I'm actually feeling kind of "otherworldly" for lack of a better word...floating's a good one though.

So, go. Don't delay. Make an appointmnet (or for some of us, buy a table and make a room) and get a massage. Make sure it's a 1 1/2 hour massage. Anything less is nice, but not quite enough...

No, I haven't heard from TheaterWorks yet. This makes it 2 weeks. {{sigh}}