Long lost friend found...

I went to Humboldt State.
For many of you out there, that means exactly what you think it means, and you're right...up to a point. I actually didn't become a "real" stoner until I got to CT believe it or not...but I digress.

I did a lot of wonderful singing at Humboldt with Madrigal Choir, Mad River Transit (jazz acapella octet), I had a gig at a hotel, etc. etc. There was one person I recall in particular. Her name is Sheri. She was short, big bushy blond hair, and she latched onto me like a symbiont. I thought it odd at first, and a little off putting, but she became a dear, dear friend. After years of not having any contact with her, I went out on the quest, and found her through her now ex-hubby who was also a friend.

I wasn't sure if she'd remember me, and wrote my first email to her. She wrote back only a few hours later (she's in Texas) and said she had to laugh at my asking if she remembered me. Now this part really just threw me. She said:

"We've had a bunny and now a guinea pig named Juanita because saying your name makes me feel so good!"

...now if that's not a sentence full of warm fuzzies, I don't know what is!!

...so glad I found her!! :)

The deed is done...

Before I go any further...
To all of you who wished me well and gave me good vibes, and love and awesome feelings of all sorts...

Thank you, thank you thank you!
It means so much to me that y'all love me like you do. You make my life beautiful!!

Now...
I think I nailed it.

This audition was in front of the head of Theater Works, the director, the music director, and producer. Yowza. Didn't stumble on the song, it was clear, it was awesome, the assistant who was waiting outside came in after I sung and said "God, I love that piece". The Music director was all full of nods and "goods" and more nods and the entire table was all "yup, ok, good stuff". After that, I REALLY got nervous as I was sight reading the music they gave me from the show. Now, I looked at this music enough times to get through it well. I fell all over the place, but they gave me a second runthrough and I nailed the passage they wanted to see. "Whew!" I stumbled over stupid stuff, but I got through it, again to nods and "greats" and "alrights" and the like. So.
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Tomorrow, Tomorrow..I audition, tomorrow...

How apropos...
I take a musical line to tell of my musical audition. I'm so clever...but I HATED "Annie"...especially that F-ing song.

Anywho. I audition for Theater Works tomorrow. I'm going to come down with some freaky 24 hour thing, call out of work and concentrate on my music. I have 2 songs that I've prepared, and one of them is the one I auditioned with at open auditions last year. It was nice to be given the option. However, I picked another song which I got from Ruffie (Ruth) our CP pianist. A while ago, she said she wanted to get together to do some music, and she handed me "With every breath I take" from City of Angels. Never heard of it before, but it shows off my very low and upper mid range very nicely. I believe it will be a great audition piece. I actually hung out with her yesterday and she recorded a "karaoke" disc for me so I could practice. Then we actually went through the piece about 5 or 6 times. Each time I sang, I reminded myself. I'm not singing jazz. This is Broadway stuff. Focus! And she is a GREAT coach. She gave me gems of advice that when I put them in action made my tone much more focused, and made the song shine! "Hold onto your notes like you OWN them" she says. Dude. Ruth Rocks. It changed everything. I will get a part in this play. My intention is to sing so well, that they have to choose which part to give me....I like this positive thinking stuff I've been doing lately. It's good stuff, Maynard.

Here's looking toward Broadway....

Holy Hell...

1. Queen Size bed delivered tomorrow.
2. Massage tomorrow night.
3. Got a call to audition for "Caroline or Change" with Theater Works.

Doood!!??!!

Race in the 21st century

I ain't gonna lie.
I'm probably going to marry a white dude.
Now, don't get me wrong. Nothing wrong with this. I've been dating white men for years. It's part of the plight of being born of an upper middle class black family. Not too many other blacks around, you hang with who you hang with and identify with those whom you've grown accustomed. So, upper middle class, or upwardly mobile folks and me get along real well. Regardless of race. It just so happens, a lot of the people who were upwardly mobile when I was growing up, were white.

Now, where am I going with this? Well, every now and again, I'm reminded of how beautiful black men can be. It's primal, it gets me going something fierce, and it's just plain animalistic. I become a panther in my brain and feel the need to pounce. It's an automatic reaction. But then, more often then not, they speak. And it's all over. I'm not into hard core hip-hop, though I like some, and I hate gangsta rap. I have no desire to be someone's bitch or ho, but something in me likes the hard talk. But then I snap out of it. What's a girl to do? So, I continue my search for a freaky white boy. I've found a few. A couple I would've loved to have hung around a little longer, but such is life. Are you out there, freaky white boys? Give a holla...

We have DVD...

...and just in time.
I'm giving blood tonight, and I'm stayin' home afterwards...Totally watching the rest of my "Buffy" disc and maybe some "Dreamgirls' later. We'll see...

In the mean time,
Aren't I cute??

It's been a long time, I shouldn'a left you...without a dope beat to step to...

There was a time when I kinda just wandered through my days. But my days are structured much differently now. I know the day is going to end, and my days go faster. I know that I won't have to be stuck behind this desk for the rest of my life, and my days are better. I know that there will be a day where I no longer have to wake at the ass crack of dawn to do a job I wasn't meant to do. What's happening is what is supposed to happen. I planned it like this. I screwed up getting the desk job, but things are in motion to turn the tables. It'll be a second, but it's happening.

I'm now making another, personal move. I juice every morning (2 stalks of celery, 2 carrots, 1/2 a beet, 1 apple 1 orange). Nectar of the gods, I swear. I'm eating better, and now that I got my VCR working, Billy Blanks, here I come! I also just had my credit limit raised, so after I get my new queen, pillow-top, wake-up-sideways bed, and put my car in the shop, I think a bike might be in order. Everything is slowly, but oh so very surely turning in the direction I have decided I wish to go...now where's that man who'll be there to make me laugh, offer support (more mentally than monetarily, but that works too), total freak in the bed, who doesn't mind a little cushion for a few months while I work my personal pillow-top off??

Too bad I don't do 1-nighters anymore...{{sigh}}

UPDATE: Forget the VCR. I just ordered Billy on DVD. Dude. can't wait! But I gotta get my brother to help me figure out why I can't see my DVD's first. ;)