Wow.
What a day yesterday. It's probably going to take me a full week to recover properly!
Stamp Out cancer, A Benefit for Nick Curran was a huge success! I am unbelievably grateful to everyone involved, but I'll get to that in a moment.
We raised nearly $5000 in just 4 short hours to help Nick with bills and living expenses while he continues to recover from that bitch called cancer. UNBELIEVABLE. (And this doesn't even include the folks that I know that couldn't make it, but decided to use PayPal and send a donation directly to Nick in lieu of attendance!) The ones I know of that did this were Blake and Libbi. Stevie B, I appreciate all of your efforts to get a donation to Nick after your own gig!
Amy K set up a live stream so Nick's family in Maine could watch from afar. Nick's mom was online the whole time!
Nick was at the club all day and was smiling every time I saw him. There was an unbelievable amount of love in the room and I'm so proud of everyone involved. You all ROCK harder than Zeppelin's first album.
The first person that I have to thank is Steve Wertheimer and the Continental Club for allowing us to host the benefit. The staff was just fantastic and a great time was had by all.
Next, I have to thank my co-organizers, JoRae DiMenno of Hard Pressed Publicity and Dianne Scott of the Continental Club for not only agreeing to help me pull this off, but for all of the time they put into pre-production and execution of it. We might make it look easy, but it really is exhausting.
Other invaluable behind-the-scenes helpers were Amy K, Paula Ribeiro/No 13 Design, Carrie Carroll/Build A Sign, Nakia, Jorie/Cardinal Cyn, Heather Kinley and John Denier. Thank you for doing your part to help everything run so smoothly!
Invaluable in front-of-the-scenes helpers were the bands! I thank you all times infinity!
In order of appearance:
The Moonhangers
Hot Club of Cowtown
White Ghost Shivers
The BellFuries
Alejandro Escovedo
Each and every member donated time out of their holiday weekend to take part of our show. Extra special thanks to HCC for appearing on KUT and KEYE and hyping the show. (AND for donating the CD sales of the afternoon as well.) Ah-mazing.
Thanks to everyone that attended the show and made bids and purchases in the auction!
There were so many generous souls involved in the donation of goodies for the auction. I hope I haven't forgotten anyone!
Alphabetically...
Austin Chronicle
Austin Vintage Guitar
Aveda Institute
The BellFuries
Bloodshot Records
Blue Suede News
Blush Skincare
Bob Bullock Texas History Museum; IMAX Theater
George Brainard Photography
Cap City Comedy
Cheapo Discs
Rebecca Elder
Embody the Body
Evangeline Cafe
Rosie Flores
Foodheads
Galaxy Theater
Guero's Taco Bar
Hotel San Jose
Hyde Park Bar and Grill
JWW and the Prospectors
Justine's Brasserie
Opal Divine's Penn Field
Playing in Traffic Records
Requiemme Management & Booking
Rykodisc
Satellite Amplifiers
Southside Tattoo
Spellbound Studio
Alberto Telo
Tesoros
Texas Performing Arts Center
Urban Betty
Patricia Vonne
Waterloo Records
Will White
Yoga Yoga
I also have to thank the countless folks that posted, re-posted and posted again to help us promote the show. Mike Thompson gets a two thumbs up for making it the lead story on Alejandro Escovedo's site. We Are Austin/KEYE, KUT- especially Night Owl-Kevin Connor and Laurie Gallardo of Austin Music Minute.
In the immortal words of my beloved Freddie Mercury: I Thank You All.
xo-Trish
Violet Crown Media
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Royal With Cheese
Even though I was only 11, I vividly remember when Prince Charles and Lady Diana got married. I don't know why I cared. They're not my family. I'm not even English. I don't think I am anyhow. (In fact, I really have no idea who I am or where I came from at all actually. But, that's another blog entirely...)
All of this talk of another royal wedding has got me a little weepy. I remember getting up early that Summer morning in 1981 and watching the entire event with my Mom. We sipped tea and just hung out in our jammies. It was a really good day. 10 years ago last month, I lost my Mom. I only had one parent and then I found myself orphaned at 30. At 41, not a day goes by that I don't wish I could call her up. Some days, you just need someone on your side. It's tough when the one person who loved me no matter what, is no longer around to say, it's okay. It's going to be alright. (I'm not all that convincing when I tell myself such rubbish.)
I remember when the young princes were born. I remember when Charles and Diana divorced. I remember exactly where I was when Diana was killed and how many hours I sat in front of the TV with tears streaming down my face. And now the future King of England, Prince William is getting married. I've watched that young man grow up from afar. I wish his extraordinary mother could be here to see this union. I think she would be proud of the man he has become and pleased with the woman he has chosen to give his heart.
I have to work on The Big Day, but I will set my DVR. I will brew tea and watch every ridiculous bit of the wedding. And I will wish my mom was here to watch this one with me as well.
P.S. My friends Brittani and Dan just got back from the other side of the pond and brought me a wedding souvenir. I can't wait to see what it is! I told them, the cheesier, the better!
All of this talk of another royal wedding has got me a little weepy. I remember getting up early that Summer morning in 1981 and watching the entire event with my Mom. We sipped tea and just hung out in our jammies. It was a really good day. 10 years ago last month, I lost my Mom. I only had one parent and then I found myself orphaned at 30. At 41, not a day goes by that I don't wish I could call her up. Some days, you just need someone on your side. It's tough when the one person who loved me no matter what, is no longer around to say, it's okay. It's going to be alright. (I'm not all that convincing when I tell myself such rubbish.)
I remember when the young princes were born. I remember when Charles and Diana divorced. I remember exactly where I was when Diana was killed and how many hours I sat in front of the TV with tears streaming down my face. And now the future King of England, Prince William is getting married. I've watched that young man grow up from afar. I wish his extraordinary mother could be here to see this union. I think she would be proud of the man he has become and pleased with the woman he has chosen to give his heart.
I have to work on The Big Day, but I will set my DVR. I will brew tea and watch every ridiculous bit of the wedding. And I will wish my mom was here to watch this one with me as well.
P.S. My friends Brittani and Dan just got back from the other side of the pond and brought me a wedding souvenir. I can't wait to see what it is! I told them, the cheesier, the better!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
SxTX - Goes to 11
This is the same note that I posted to Facebook earlier in the week.
In a nutshell...a Texas sized nutshell of course!
Monday 3/14
I had a very nice dinner with my friend and former boss lady, Kyla Fairchild, at South Congress Cafe. I had a lovely salad and a super yummy butternut squash soup. Stayed up 'til Midnight even!
Tuesday 3/15
Spent most of the afternoon with my #1 hair-doer, Nikki Farkas! Fresh cut and color before heading off to meet up with my birthday girl friend Janice Williams. We went to Ray Benson's 60th Birthday Bash at GSD&M. I saw a few of my out-of-towners and some local pals as well. The highlight of this event (besides the amazing free food and Miles of Chocolate samples) was clearly- Foster and Lloyd! It was so awesome to hear those harmonies again! Asleep at the Wheel did a few songs as well, but then I had to leave- I had dinner plans with Amber, Dawn and Mike.
Our reservation at Perla's was at 8:30pm and who do I make eye contact with as I walk up to the restaurant? Just Nick Rhodes. As in DURAN DURAN! A white van had just poured him out and guess who was right behind him? Simon Le Bon and Roger Taylor...if John Taylor had been there, I might've fainted right there in the street! Somehow, I managed to keep my cool and make my way into the restaurant. My party hadn't arrived yet, so I swiftly requested that we be seated outside on the patio...as that's where the 3 of the Fab Five were seated. We ended up at the table right next to them- and I didn't even tip out the hostess for that spot! I sipped Prosecco and enjoyed a lovely salad whilst enduring the disgusting sights and smells of items from of the ocean that were surrounding me. (Oh, the things I will do to be near Duran Duran!) At some point, they engaged us, (hard to resist the pretty ladies I guess) and eventually, we ended up getting a photo taken with them by the waiter. Nick Rhodes did not make the photo. Whoops. Amber ended up with a guest list spot for the show the following night. Two things of note: I've loved Duran Duran since I was 12 years old. That is nearly 30 years. And, they're show at Stubb's is the ONLY reason I bought a $165 wristband for SxSW this year. This was a magical night for me! And I was out way late-easing into my old rock 'n' roll schedule!
Wednesday 3/16
I made my way downtown and to Lustre Pearl for the San Diego Music Foundation Party. Gotta pay homage to my hometown. Larry and Spevak saved me some Wahoo tacos-yes! It was my only sighting of Kevin Hellman all week too! I saw a young pop band that I really liked- Saint Motel. After that, I headed over to the Convention Center and checked out the Flatstock show. I resisted temptation and did not purchase anything. There was some really cool stuff on display though! I made my way over to Stubb's about 6pm to get in line for Duran Duran. They were to go on at 12:30am. Yes, I got there 6 and half hours early! As soon as they let us in, I went immediately to the front and found my new home. I met a nice lady named Valerie who was a massage therapist and a nice real estate sales guy named Chad. We protected each others space when restroom or food/water runs became necessary. We sat thru several bands that were just okay...Yuck, was not yuck at all. Kinda mellow, obviously influenced by Jesus and Mary Chain, but pretty good. James Blake was on next, the crowd really loved this guy, not my bag, but his songs were alright. The Smith Westerns were up next. Young and their name does not match them. They were full of energy and pretty good. Rafael Saadiq was up next and just schooled the place! I wish he could've played another hour! Finally, my heroes took the stage and opened up the show with A View To A Kill. Other highlights included The Chauffer, Hungry Like The Wolf, Notorius and Girls on Film. There were a lot of new songs too-and they sound great. I'm looking forward to the new record which incidentally, dropped today. I'll grab it tomorrow after work.
Thursday March 17th
After sleeping in a bit, I made my way downtown and tried to park. What a joke! Usually, I can valet at the Belmont for the New West Party, but they were not out there that afternoon-dammit! I went fairly early as not to miss much (food/drinks/music/schmoozing), but after driving around for awhile in vain, I ended up paying $15 to park at Congress/2nd and hoofing it over there. I caught Robert Ellis, but I missed Ponderosa's set. I ended up going inside with all the basketball bracket folks to grab a bite to eat and check out the Aztec's action. Finally, a bit after 5pm, I ventured outside and up to the stage for the Old 97's. They were as amazing as ever! Poor Rhett tore up his hand and was bleeding through a few songs until someone got him a band-aid and a new guitar. They played some new songs, some favorites and were as awesome as ever. Old 97s are my happy place. I snatched the set-list and headed home a happy gal- destined to stay home and not go back downtown again. HA!
I get home, take my contacts out, put my jammies on and start screwing around on Facebook. The little red message signal shows up...I check it. Dammit...(I mean that in the best possible way) my friend wants to know if I'm going to the PRIVATE C3 Party tonight- you know, the one that DURAN DURAN are playing? So, guess who put her contacts back in, street clothes back on and headed downtown-and paid yet another $15 to park? Yep, you guessed it-ME! Lisa and I were escorted almost immediately to the VIP area where we enjoyed free vodka and good conversation. Duran Duran were to go on at 1:30am, and there was a killer DJ on beforehand-whose name escapes me at the moment....hmm. (I'll update when I recall his name!) The set was great- we got some stuff that we didn't get at Stubb's including Rio (sorry Dawn!), The Reflex and Planet Earth! I think the bop-bop-bop-bops are what finally killed my voice! Celeb sightings include Cee Lo and Dennis Quaid. I went home and didn't try to monkey with any Duran Duran business after hours.
Friday March 18th
I don't even remember what happened on Friday day-I think I slept in late and took it easy. I kept pretty quiet about it and tried to distract myself with Sx, but today was the 10th anniversary of losing my Mom. I was kinda weepy and sad all day. I was going to stay home, ha, stop laughing, and there were so many choices that I was about to give up and choose zero-when Mandy called and said "Lucinda left tickets" I put on the rock 'n' roll gear again and made my way downtown and paid $20 to valet. Once inside the new home of ACL, I couldn't find Mandy anywhere so I investigated the new building floor by floor. The stairs there are KILLER. Great views. Scott Newton's photography spread upstairs is fantastic and includes some of my faves: Wilco, Elvis, Alej, Cheap Trick. I sat down in the balcony during Hayes Carll's set. I walked around during Dan Tyminski. I made my way to the VIP/Dressing room level with my pretty pink wristband and perched myself against the railing above the floor for Ryan Bingham. Lovely. He is so very lovely. Finally met up with Mandy! Lucinda was up next and she was great. Her band was on fire and everyone was in a good mood. You know it's going to be a good night when the opener is Buttercup and the next song is Drunken Angel. My friend Ed Bailey turned out to be sitting a few seats over from me, so it was nice to see him for a moment after the show. Too tired to mingle, so I had to go to the W to retrieve my chariot. Wow, the people who frequent Trace are real jerks! They didn't seem to be out-of-towners either-just young jack-i. (plural of jackass) The valet guys were very sweet and working their asses off, so despite the fact that I paid $20 to park, I tipped $10. (Which may or may not have made up for the money these ass-clowns did not tip them that evening. So embarrassed for my town sometimes.)
Saturday March 19th
I woke up to read a post on Facebook that my friend Andrew McKeag (playing with Kasey Anderson) was filling in a slot at Maria's right then- dammit! I got really fairly quickly and headed down there, but missed them. I was able to say hi to Andrew as he was heading out to their next shows. Finally saw Mario and others. Rocked out to the Tom Gillam Band and then I met up with my friend Blake. We headed over to Justine's to see the Jim Jones Revue. Upon arrival, we saw some terrible singer-songwriter, and then the Extra Action Marching Band played. Yikes. Highlight: Jim Jones Revue! They totally rocked it and called Nick Curran up to the stage too! Awesome! On the way back to Maria's, we talked Sue into meeting us over there. I grabbed some tacos' and a table and our table was a stopping area for various folks. Good times. I don't even know what bands were going on while we were there, but eventually, I wound up outside when it was time for Alejandro to play. I delivered a birthday hug to David Pulkingham and also to my friend John who was a prince to find me a chair in the middle of the room! Supermoon- super night! After the show, I was DONE...for reals. I went over to pick up Sue and Blake and deliver them downtown. They insisted that I drop them on the southside of the river, so I did. And then, I went home. It was great to see the kitties, eat some food and rest.
Sunday March 20th
The Rock 'n' Roll marathon is almost over! As hard as I tried to get there for Maren Parusal's set, she went on first and that was tough. I got there 3 bands in- so my night started with the ear-splitting sounds of Grady. (or as I like to call them, Grating. As in, on my every last fkn nerve!) I digress. The two bands I really wanted to see were up next...The Incurables, (LOVE THEM) and Candy Golde. CG is a supergroup which includes members of Wilco, Cheap Trick, and 11th Day Dream. Guest guitarists include the lovely and amazing Charlie Sexton and ex-Voidoid, Ivan Julian! As I tweeted, or posted or whatever that night: holy guitarasm Batman! Richard Barone was up next, then the adorable Jesse Malin and St. Marks Social boys, then Willie Nile, Hammel on Trial and finally, Alejandro! I made it! The whole night! He had Lucinda Williams up to sing on Pyramid of Tears. He had the big band tonight too-including sweetie pies Brian Standefer and Warren Hood. I had a nice time assuming the position as 'back door bitch" and kindly reminding patrons that they could not bring their beverages IN or OUT the backdoor of the club. Despite being tired, it was fun hanging out with the other "bitches" John, Heather, Dianne and sometimes "bitch", Cameron. Highlight of my night though: was finally seeing Kim McKeag!! I ended up giving them a ride back to their hotel to squeeze a teeny tiny bit of quality time out of what was left of this crazy, crazy week.
Monday March 21 was a really bad day for me. I learned that two friends passed away. One somewhat expected, he was 97 afterall! and the other, totally unexpected! RIP Pinetop Perkins and Dave Allard. I loved you both very much! After holding back tears all weekend (10th anv of my Mom dying was Friday) it all hit me like a ton of bricks. I did my work and by the time I was finished, there was no way I could make it to the Continental to see James Intveld. My apologies Jimmy, Sunny and Dianne. I just couldn't pull it together, just one more time.
Tuesday March 22 was the last day of my vacation. I treated myself to lunch and tried to buy some clothes that fit my current frame size. Spent the evening stifling anxiety attacks as I prepare to get back into my cage tomorrow. It's now midnight and I have to be awake in 5 and 1/2 hours. For the last 6 days, my average bedtime has been between 3-6 am. Tomorrow will be ROUGH. Wish me luck.
That's all the news that's fit to print.
In a nutshell...a Texas sized nutshell of course!
Monday 3/14
I had a very nice dinner with my friend and former boss lady, Kyla Fairchild, at South Congress Cafe. I had a lovely salad and a super yummy butternut squash soup. Stayed up 'til Midnight even!
Tuesday 3/15
Spent most of the afternoon with my #1 hair-doer, Nikki Farkas! Fresh cut and color before heading off to meet up with my birthday girl friend Janice Williams. We went to Ray Benson's 60th Birthday Bash at GSD&M. I saw a few of my out-of-towners and some local pals as well. The highlight of this event (besides the amazing free food and Miles of Chocolate samples) was clearly- Foster and Lloyd! It was so awesome to hear those harmonies again! Asleep at the Wheel did a few songs as well, but then I had to leave- I had dinner plans with Amber, Dawn and Mike.
Our reservation at Perla's was at 8:30pm and who do I make eye contact with as I walk up to the restaurant? Just Nick Rhodes. As in DURAN DURAN! A white van had just poured him out and guess who was right behind him? Simon Le Bon and Roger Taylor...if John Taylor had been there, I might've fainted right there in the street! Somehow, I managed to keep my cool and make my way into the restaurant. My party hadn't arrived yet, so I swiftly requested that we be seated outside on the patio...as that's where the 3 of the Fab Five were seated. We ended up at the table right next to them- and I didn't even tip out the hostess for that spot! I sipped Prosecco and enjoyed a lovely salad whilst enduring the disgusting sights and smells of items from of the ocean that were surrounding me. (Oh, the things I will do to be near Duran Duran!) At some point, they engaged us, (hard to resist the pretty ladies I guess) and eventually, we ended up getting a photo taken with them by the waiter. Nick Rhodes did not make the photo. Whoops. Amber ended up with a guest list spot for the show the following night. Two things of note: I've loved Duran Duran since I was 12 years old. That is nearly 30 years. And, they're show at Stubb's is the ONLY reason I bought a $165 wristband for SxSW this year. This was a magical night for me! And I was out way late-easing into my old rock 'n' roll schedule!
Wednesday 3/16
I made my way downtown and to Lustre Pearl for the San Diego Music Foundation Party. Gotta pay homage to my hometown. Larry and Spevak saved me some Wahoo tacos-yes! It was my only sighting of Kevin Hellman all week too! I saw a young pop band that I really liked- Saint Motel. After that, I headed over to the Convention Center and checked out the Flatstock show. I resisted temptation and did not purchase anything. There was some really cool stuff on display though! I made my way over to Stubb's about 6pm to get in line for Duran Duran. They were to go on at 12:30am. Yes, I got there 6 and half hours early! As soon as they let us in, I went immediately to the front and found my new home. I met a nice lady named Valerie who was a massage therapist and a nice real estate sales guy named Chad. We protected each others space when restroom or food/water runs became necessary. We sat thru several bands that were just okay...Yuck, was not yuck at all. Kinda mellow, obviously influenced by Jesus and Mary Chain, but pretty good. James Blake was on next, the crowd really loved this guy, not my bag, but his songs were alright. The Smith Westerns were up next. Young and their name does not match them. They were full of energy and pretty good. Rafael Saadiq was up next and just schooled the place! I wish he could've played another hour! Finally, my heroes took the stage and opened up the show with A View To A Kill. Other highlights included The Chauffer, Hungry Like The Wolf, Notorius and Girls on Film. There were a lot of new songs too-and they sound great. I'm looking forward to the new record which incidentally, dropped today. I'll grab it tomorrow after work.
Thursday March 17th
After sleeping in a bit, I made my way downtown and tried to park. What a joke! Usually, I can valet at the Belmont for the New West Party, but they were not out there that afternoon-dammit! I went fairly early as not to miss much (food/drinks/music/schmoozing), but after driving around for awhile in vain, I ended up paying $15 to park at Congress/2nd and hoofing it over there. I caught Robert Ellis, but I missed Ponderosa's set. I ended up going inside with all the basketball bracket folks to grab a bite to eat and check out the Aztec's action. Finally, a bit after 5pm, I ventured outside and up to the stage for the Old 97's. They were as amazing as ever! Poor Rhett tore up his hand and was bleeding through a few songs until someone got him a band-aid and a new guitar. They played some new songs, some favorites and were as awesome as ever. Old 97s are my happy place. I snatched the set-list and headed home a happy gal- destined to stay home and not go back downtown again. HA!
I get home, take my contacts out, put my jammies on and start screwing around on Facebook. The little red message signal shows up...I check it. Dammit...(I mean that in the best possible way) my friend wants to know if I'm going to the PRIVATE C3 Party tonight- you know, the one that DURAN DURAN are playing? So, guess who put her contacts back in, street clothes back on and headed downtown-and paid yet another $15 to park? Yep, you guessed it-ME! Lisa and I were escorted almost immediately to the VIP area where we enjoyed free vodka and good conversation. Duran Duran were to go on at 1:30am, and there was a killer DJ on beforehand-whose name escapes me at the moment....hmm. (I'll update when I recall his name!) The set was great- we got some stuff that we didn't get at Stubb's including Rio (sorry Dawn!), The Reflex and Planet Earth! I think the bop-bop-bop-bops are what finally killed my voice! Celeb sightings include Cee Lo and Dennis Quaid. I went home and didn't try to monkey with any Duran Duran business after hours.
Friday March 18th
I don't even remember what happened on Friday day-I think I slept in late and took it easy. I kept pretty quiet about it and tried to distract myself with Sx, but today was the 10th anniversary of losing my Mom. I was kinda weepy and sad all day. I was going to stay home, ha, stop laughing, and there were so many choices that I was about to give up and choose zero-when Mandy called and said "Lucinda left tickets" I put on the rock 'n' roll gear again and made my way downtown and paid $20 to valet. Once inside the new home of ACL, I couldn't find Mandy anywhere so I investigated the new building floor by floor. The stairs there are KILLER. Great views. Scott Newton's photography spread upstairs is fantastic and includes some of my faves: Wilco, Elvis, Alej, Cheap Trick. I sat down in the balcony during Hayes Carll's set. I walked around during Dan Tyminski. I made my way to the VIP/Dressing room level with my pretty pink wristband and perched myself against the railing above the floor for Ryan Bingham. Lovely. He is so very lovely. Finally met up with Mandy! Lucinda was up next and she was great. Her band was on fire and everyone was in a good mood. You know it's going to be a good night when the opener is Buttercup and the next song is Drunken Angel. My friend Ed Bailey turned out to be sitting a few seats over from me, so it was nice to see him for a moment after the show. Too tired to mingle, so I had to go to the W to retrieve my chariot. Wow, the people who frequent Trace are real jerks! They didn't seem to be out-of-towners either-just young jack-i. (plural of jackass) The valet guys were very sweet and working their asses off, so despite the fact that I paid $20 to park, I tipped $10. (Which may or may not have made up for the money these ass-clowns did not tip them that evening. So embarrassed for my town sometimes.)
Saturday March 19th
I woke up to read a post on Facebook that my friend Andrew McKeag (playing with Kasey Anderson) was filling in a slot at Maria's right then- dammit! I got really fairly quickly and headed down there, but missed them. I was able to say hi to Andrew as he was heading out to their next shows. Finally saw Mario and others. Rocked out to the Tom Gillam Band and then I met up with my friend Blake. We headed over to Justine's to see the Jim Jones Revue. Upon arrival, we saw some terrible singer-songwriter, and then the Extra Action Marching Band played. Yikes. Highlight: Jim Jones Revue! They totally rocked it and called Nick Curran up to the stage too! Awesome! On the way back to Maria's, we talked Sue into meeting us over there. I grabbed some tacos' and a table and our table was a stopping area for various folks. Good times. I don't even know what bands were going on while we were there, but eventually, I wound up outside when it was time for Alejandro to play. I delivered a birthday hug to David Pulkingham and also to my friend John who was a prince to find me a chair in the middle of the room! Supermoon- super night! After the show, I was DONE...for reals. I went over to pick up Sue and Blake and deliver them downtown. They insisted that I drop them on the southside of the river, so I did. And then, I went home. It was great to see the kitties, eat some food and rest.
Sunday March 20th
Monday March 21 was a really bad day for me. I learned that two friends passed away. One somewhat expected, he was 97 afterall! and the other, totally unexpected! RIP Pinetop Perkins and Dave Allard. I loved you both very much! After holding back tears all weekend (10th anv of my Mom dying was Friday) it all hit me like a ton of bricks. I did my work and by the time I was finished, there was no way I could make it to the Continental to see James Intveld. My apologies Jimmy, Sunny and Dianne. I just couldn't pull it together, just one more time.
Tuesday March 22 was the last day of my vacation. I treated myself to lunch and tried to buy some clothes that fit my current frame size. Spent the evening stifling anxiety attacks as I prepare to get back into my cage tomorrow. It's now midnight and I have to be awake in 5 and 1/2 hours. For the last 6 days, my average bedtime has been between 3-6 am. Tomorrow will be ROUGH. Wish me luck.
That's all the news that's fit to print.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Mean Reds
Warning: Danger Will Robinson. I am Cantankerous.
Synonyms: crotchety, ornery, captious.
Yes.
I am mustering up the courage to give facebook the finger, (you know which one!), once and for all. I fantasize about the day that I have enough courage to just grab my 2 beers, scream F*CK YOU and take the slide off of the big ol' jet airliner!
This is not a new thought. I think about it several times a day actually. Every single day. Then, someone I know and love sends me a sweet comment or says I look pretty and that makes me get all gushy about it again. Oh fb, you're the best! I heart you! So you see, I am Jeckyl. And I am Hyde. In all reality, it's such an unhealthy and dysfunctional relationship, but out of fear of being left out or not knowing about something I might want to know about, I agree to take the good with the bad for another day. Just one more day and then I'll quit. No really. I will. Someday. Today is not that day. Maybe tomorrow.
Unfortunately, I've been letting little stuff annoy the crap out of me as of late. I know that I would feel better NOT knowing what I'm missing out on sometimes. It would be ideal to live a real life versus a voyeuristic one. I have real friends that like me just the way I am. I like tangible things. I could play Scrabble with real live humans, I could. But no. Instead, I usually sit alone in a dark room and play Scrabble online with people who actually just live down the road a few miles. It's all so wrong.
I'm not afraid to say/write out-loud that I don't enjoy seeing photos and comments about fun things that happen among a group of friends, that clearly, I was not included. Sometimes they're little things. A brunch. A house-party. A close friends birthday party. Or maybe a baby shower. Or the engagement party and wedding for someone you helped get together with their intended in the first place. Ouch. It just feels like a big fat slap in the face when you realize that you don't mean as much to someone as you'd like to or once actually did! Every once in awhile, the green eyed monster rears his ugly head because of stuff I spy on fb. The girl can't help it. My apologies if I've ever made you feel this way by stuff that I post or say. It's not a fun feeling. (In all fairness, I get invited to my fair share of events and sometimes I even go to them!)
You know, it's kinda like high-school all over again. Except now instead of imagining what all of the cool kids do when they're hanging out together (without you), you get to see the real-time updates complete with photos! Swell. And it doesn't just fly by you once and it's off the radar. Oh no! They show up over and over and over again. Those pesky connections that insist on showing up on your feed because you happen to be a "friend" of someone tagged in one of their photos. I sound bitter. I kinda am. I'm just in a really pissy mood tonight. I am so glad tomorrow is Friday. Only 8 more hours of work, 2 more hours of traffic and I am free. (Shore-leave as my friend Dave called it.) Weekend passes rule.
So, back to fb and a few points of my contention as of late. I'll spare you and stop at just 5. Drum roll please, in no particular order...
1: Messages.
I'm tired of people sending me and 14,000 other people I do not know ONE message. Why? Because the morons who have something to say to the sender, almost always hit REPLY ALL instead of the reply (to sender) button. Then, all of us get every single back/forth response all day long. Even if you delete the message. They keep on coming for what seems like forever. Which not only wears down my phone battery, but more importantly, it grates on my every last nerve. And for the record, I like to receive messages rather that personal crap posted on a wall for the world to see. And, I really don't mind so much if you send to say, 2 people, one message. If 2 people trying to plan something hit reply all-then it's like a 3-way phone call via fb messages. A few quick back/forth messages and you're done. Event planned. Short and sweet and NOT annoying as hell.
2: Friend Requests.
I will never understand why people who NEVER speak to me in real-life or even look in my direction when they do see me out and about, request to be my friend. ? They just send a friend request- no note, no how ya doing? No quick reminder of where we met and why I should know them. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zilch. It makes no sense. I find it baffling. I really don't know if they are just friend collector or if they'd just like to have quicker access to people that I do know via my friend list. I really do not get it.
3: Vague-booking.
Here's the definition from Urban Dictionary: An intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what's going on, or is possibly a cry for help. Also known as, "an intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to "Hide" future updates by the perpetrator."
Personally, I love the hide option, but really, if folks annoy me enough that I have to "hide" them, perhaps they should just be gone from my list in the first place! Poof, be gone! (That is of course, until they notice and I get another friend request without a note...) I am friends with several offenders and again, I truly apologize if I've ever been this person.
4: The Combative Friend.
I honestly think that some folks live to taunt, tease and argue. If I write that I like something, they immediately tell me why they hate it and why I should hate it too. And why I'm a bad person for liking that thing in the first place. It's truly exhausting. Hello hide button! Better yet, delete button! Buh-bye.
5: Event Invites.
If these were in order of annoyance, event invites would definitely be #1 on my list. I know some people only have 20 connections and do not fully understand my issue with them. Let me try to explain it. I have many friends. (And they're all folks that I have a valid reason for being "friends" with in the first place; I don't collect friends. In all reality, I am actually an aspiring friend purger.) Anyhow, I digress. Back to the invites.
Many, many, many of my friends are performers of some sort. Whether it be artists, photographers, singers, authors, performance artists, etc. I get so many event invites that I've taken to clicking the "ignore all invites from _______" This all sounds so trite. I get "soooo" many people wanting to invite me to things that it's overwhelming. Poor Trishi. (If only that were the case.) Let's dig deeper and take a closer look.
The aforementioned event invites are coming in for things that are happening all over the WORLD. Not the city I live in! Sometimes not even the state I live in! The World I say! Riddle me this: Do you really think that I'm going to come and see your band in Norway or Spain, tomorrow; when I live smack dab in the middle of Texas? I'm not. I promise I won't be making it. Seriously, I am afraid of water and I will not be attending your show in Spain! Even if you were going to pay my way, I still will not be in attendance. Think about it, I do not go see you when you play at the Broken Spoke, which is less than 2 miles from my house, so no, I won't be making it to your gig halfway across the world. Please. Just make it stop.
Please everyone. Please stop being so lazy and only invite people to things that they might actually be able to attend. I'll be generous and say, how about giving me at least a 90 mile radius? Sounds fair to me. Please know that most things that I genuinely care about; I already know about. I read. I listen. I seek out information and/or receive updates from Pollstar, websites, RSS feeds, band members, etc. I sound smug. I apologize.
Call me Oscar if you must as I am a super grouch tonight. I'm going to bed now, so maybe, just maybe I'll get up on the right side of it tomorrow.
P.S. Thanks to Tammy for this gem!
Synonyms: crotchety, ornery, captious.
Yes.
I am mustering up the courage to give facebook the finger, (you know which one!), once and for all. I fantasize about the day that I have enough courage to just grab my 2 beers, scream F*CK YOU and take the slide off of the big ol' jet airliner!
This is not a new thought. I think about it several times a day actually. Every single day. Then, someone I know and love sends me a sweet comment or says I look pretty and that makes me get all gushy about it again. Oh fb, you're the best! I heart you! So you see, I am Jeckyl. And I am Hyde. In all reality, it's such an unhealthy and dysfunctional relationship, but out of fear of being left out or not knowing about something I might want to know about, I agree to take the good with the bad for another day. Just one more day and then I'll quit. No really. I will. Someday. Today is not that day. Maybe tomorrow.
Unfortunately, I've been letting little stuff annoy the crap out of me as of late. I know that I would feel better NOT knowing what I'm missing out on sometimes. It would be ideal to live a real life versus a voyeuristic one. I have real friends that like me just the way I am. I like tangible things. I could play Scrabble with real live humans, I could. But no. Instead, I usually sit alone in a dark room and play Scrabble online with people who actually just live down the road a few miles. It's all so wrong.
I'm not afraid to say/write out-loud that I don't enjoy seeing photos and comments about fun things that happen among a group of friends, that clearly, I was not included. Sometimes they're little things. A brunch. A house-party. A close friends birthday party. Or maybe a baby shower. Or the engagement party and wedding for someone you helped get together with their intended in the first place. Ouch. It just feels like a big fat slap in the face when you realize that you don't mean as much to someone as you'd like to or once actually did! Every once in awhile, the green eyed monster rears his ugly head because of stuff I spy on fb. The girl can't help it. My apologies if I've ever made you feel this way by stuff that I post or say. It's not a fun feeling. (In all fairness, I get invited to my fair share of events and sometimes I even go to them!)
You know, it's kinda like high-school all over again. Except now instead of imagining what all of the cool kids do when they're hanging out together (without you), you get to see the real-time updates complete with photos! Swell. And it doesn't just fly by you once and it's off the radar. Oh no! They show up over and over and over again. Those pesky connections that insist on showing up on your feed because you happen to be a "friend" of someone tagged in one of their photos. I sound bitter. I kinda am. I'm just in a really pissy mood tonight. I am so glad tomorrow is Friday. Only 8 more hours of work, 2 more hours of traffic and I am free. (Shore-leave as my friend Dave called it.) Weekend passes rule.
So, back to fb and a few points of my contention as of late. I'll spare you and stop at just 5. Drum roll please, in no particular order...
1: Messages.
I'm tired of people sending me and 14,000 other people I do not know ONE message. Why? Because the morons who have something to say to the sender, almost always hit REPLY ALL instead of the reply (to sender) button. Then, all of us get every single back/forth response all day long. Even if you delete the message. They keep on coming for what seems like forever. Which not only wears down my phone battery, but more importantly, it grates on my every last nerve. And for the record, I like to receive messages rather that personal crap posted on a wall for the world to see. And, I really don't mind so much if you send to say, 2 people, one message. If 2 people trying to plan something hit reply all-then it's like a 3-way phone call via fb messages. A few quick back/forth messages and you're done. Event planned. Short and sweet and NOT annoying as hell.
2: Friend Requests.
I will never understand why people who NEVER speak to me in real-life or even look in my direction when they do see me out and about, request to be my friend. ? They just send a friend request- no note, no how ya doing? No quick reminder of where we met and why I should know them. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zilch. It makes no sense. I find it baffling. I really don't know if they are just friend collector or if they'd just like to have quicker access to people that I do know via my friend list. I really do not get it.
3: Vague-booking.
Here's the definition from Urban Dictionary: An intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what's going on, or is possibly a cry for help. Also known as, "an intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to "Hide" future updates by the perpetrator."
Personally, I love the hide option, but really, if folks annoy me enough that I have to "hide" them, perhaps they should just be gone from my list in the first place! Poof, be gone! (That is of course, until they notice and I get another friend request without a note...) I am friends with several offenders and again, I truly apologize if I've ever been this person.
4: The Combative Friend.
I honestly think that some folks live to taunt, tease and argue. If I write that I like something, they immediately tell me why they hate it and why I should hate it too. And why I'm a bad person for liking that thing in the first place. It's truly exhausting. Hello hide button! Better yet, delete button! Buh-bye.
5: Event Invites.
If these were in order of annoyance, event invites would definitely be #1 on my list. I know some people only have 20 connections and do not fully understand my issue with them. Let me try to explain it. I have many friends. (And they're all folks that I have a valid reason for being "friends" with in the first place; I don't collect friends. In all reality, I am actually an aspiring friend purger.) Anyhow, I digress. Back to the invites.
Many, many, many of my friends are performers of some sort. Whether it be artists, photographers, singers, authors, performance artists, etc. I get so many event invites that I've taken to clicking the "ignore all invites from _______" This all sounds so trite. I get "soooo" many people wanting to invite me to things that it's overwhelming. Poor Trishi. (If only that were the case.) Let's dig deeper and take a closer look.
The aforementioned event invites are coming in for things that are happening all over the WORLD. Not the city I live in! Sometimes not even the state I live in! The World I say! Riddle me this: Do you really think that I'm going to come and see your band in Norway or Spain, tomorrow; when I live smack dab in the middle of Texas? I'm not. I promise I won't be making it. Seriously, I am afraid of water and I will not be attending your show in Spain! Even if you were going to pay my way, I still will not be in attendance. Think about it, I do not go see you when you play at the Broken Spoke, which is less than 2 miles from my house, so no, I won't be making it to your gig halfway across the world. Please. Just make it stop.
Please everyone. Please stop being so lazy and only invite people to things that they might actually be able to attend. I'll be generous and say, how about giving me at least a 90 mile radius? Sounds fair to me. Please know that most things that I genuinely care about; I already know about. I read. I listen. I seek out information and/or receive updates from Pollstar, websites, RSS feeds, band members, etc. I sound smug. I apologize.
Call me Oscar if you must as I am a super grouch tonight. I'm going to bed now, so maybe, just maybe I'll get up on the right side of it tomorrow.
P.S. Thanks to Tammy for this gem!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Peace out 2010.
In short, 2010 was not my best year, but then again, it wasn't my worst either. Good times, bad times, you know I've had my share.
I know it's popular to reflect on the past year, but right now, I'm having a hard time getting past last night. Around 2am or so, CST, I found out that an old friend of mine passed away unexpectedly. It made for a very long, sleepless night. Tweets, texts and fb messages were flinging back and forth all night long. Everyone, including me, was of course very curious as to the details, the why, the how, etc., but in the big picture, the details are as such: a sweet man that had a lovely family that adored him has left our planet forever. R.I.P. Stimy
Of course, I know that I'm now at the age where stuff like this is going to happen more and more, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier. My friend Curt so eloquently noted in the wee small hours of the morning; it's also still at the age where the early departure of dear friends is still in fact, shocking. I am shocked and I am saddened. And I sincerely hope that I never become "used to" losing my friends.
As I bid adieu to 2010, I send love and light to Stimy's family and friends and everyone else that plays a part in mi vida loca.
xoxo!
I know it's popular to reflect on the past year, but right now, I'm having a hard time getting past last night. Around 2am or so, CST, I found out that an old friend of mine passed away unexpectedly. It made for a very long, sleepless night. Tweets, texts and fb messages were flinging back and forth all night long. Everyone, including me, was of course very curious as to the details, the why, the how, etc., but in the big picture, the details are as such: a sweet man that had a lovely family that adored him has left our planet forever. R.I.P. Stimy
Of course, I know that I'm now at the age where stuff like this is going to happen more and more, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier. My friend Curt so eloquently noted in the wee small hours of the morning; it's also still at the age where the early departure of dear friends is still in fact, shocking. I am shocked and I am saddened. And I sincerely hope that I never become "used to" losing my friends.
As I bid adieu to 2010, I send love and light to Stimy's family and friends and everyone else that plays a part in mi vida loca.
xoxo!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Take Me Out to the Ballgame...
If we've met, you probably know that I am a HARDCORE San Diego Padres fan. I can't remember a time when I didn't love baseball.
As a kiddo, there were many reasons that were given to me about why I could not join a little league team like my friends, but I'm pretty sure the bottom line was it came down to the fact that we just didn't have the money. That little fact sure got in the way a lot. (Still does in fact.)
As a kid, I spent a lot of my time down the street at the baseball field. I think there were 4 fields, so I could spend a ton of time over there watching game after game after game. It wasn't even so much who won, it was just the magic of the game.
My sister Bobette's BFF Dee Dee was a big influence on my baseball loving life. She would drive us (me, my friend Lily, my sister and her daughter (my niece) Jessica and her own daughter Danielle) all over the state to watch games. I was a rabid Astros fan for a long time, I cut my hair to look like Joe Sambito's. I wore blue and orange more than any young lady ever should. We went to Dodger Stadium, Angel Stadium, Jack Murphy (it'll also be the Murph to me, F the Q!) and even to spring training games in Yuma.
I would save any money I came across from babysitting, selling Kool-Aid on the corner, painting shells, whatever, in order to buy baseball cards. I had the complete sets of the first years that Fleer and Donruss went into production as well as the old standby, Topps. Sadly, I ended up selling them off as a lot in the early 90's because I needed rent money. I still regret that, but, it had to be done.
I remember the exact moment that the SD Padres won our division and it was clear we were going to The Show for the very first time! Our sleepy little beach town went INSANE! Cars were honking, people were screaming and running around high-fiving each other! All night long! I was with my friend Melanie and we were bouncing off the walls of my bedroom on Bond Street. It wasn't long before we too, took to the streets and headed towards the beach just to be apart of the action. Good times. No, great times! The Padres owner (Ray Kroc) died a day after my birthday that year, but I wish he had been there to see his boys get to The Show. We didn't win, but we got there!
My Padre loyalty remained true blue over the years, despite the losses and finally, in 1998, they had a winning team again. We again won the NL Division and we were headed to The Show for the second time in franchise history. That 1998 team was pure magic. Again, I remember exactly where I was when this achievement was made- Tio Leo's watching Hot Rod Lincoln. Most of the cool kids there didn't understand my enthusiasm for the game, the Pads, the win, but whatever. I ended up leaving to go celebrate with like minded individuals at NuNu's instead!
A definite highlight of my entire life was going to a WORLD SERIES game! I went with my friend Dave Lamb and we had awesome seats in section 41 right by our bullpen. A WS game in my hometown with my favorite team of players! Unfortunately, the damn yankees swept us and we lost. I've always despised the yankees and I don't think it was possible for me to hate them anymore than I did that year. I think my hatred of the yankees is for another blog-another day. I can't even pay them enough respect to capitalize their team name. The hatred runs that deep.
Fast forward a bit. Leaving home 10 years ago seemed like something I needed to do at that time and I do think I made a great decision. Besides missing all of my friends, family and creature comforts, mostly, I missed my Padres. It's really hard for me not being able to watch them on Channel 4 whenever I want. Or to just drop in at a game because I'm in the stadium area. (Sadly, I haven't even been to the new ballpark that I fought so hard to get built.) I still love my Padres something fierce, but it just takes more effort now. I have to make plans to visit friends with sports packages, scour the TV listings in hopes that TBS or FOX or ESPN will maybe, possibly show a game here or there. I waste unlimited hours online refreshing the screen to see little squares representing batters move along the bases. It's really sad! When I'm really lucky, I can find the time (and money) to head east to Houston to see us play the Astros. What I really want is to be home. With my friends, family, creature comforts and My Padres. I miss tailgating with my Casbah friends. And being alongside like minded individuals. I'm a blue girl in a red state here. (And I mean that in more than one way.) That too, is probably another blog. I celebrate my favorite Padres (past and present) achievements from afar. I cried when #51, Trevor Hoffman made 600 saves. I always knew he was the best closer in the business, but now it's official! And he's headed to the Hall of Fame. Congrats Hoffy! It's always Trevor Time at my house!
In closing, My Padres have a real shot at winning the division again this year. BUT, they need to stop effing around and win some ballgames! I literally felt sick after their game last night, but today is another day. We've got about 15 games left this season, so I hope the boys show up, strut their stuff and win the division. Though it's hard sometimes, I'm always Keeping the Faith when it comes to my Swingin' Friars.
As a kiddo, there were many reasons that were given to me about why I could not join a little league team like my friends, but I'm pretty sure the bottom line was it came down to the fact that we just didn't have the money. That little fact sure got in the way a lot. (Still does in fact.)
As a kid, I spent a lot of my time down the street at the baseball field. I think there were 4 fields, so I could spend a ton of time over there watching game after game after game. It wasn't even so much who won, it was just the magic of the game.
My sister Bobette's BFF Dee Dee was a big influence on my baseball loving life. She would drive us (me, my friend Lily, my sister and her daughter (my niece) Jessica and her own daughter Danielle) all over the state to watch games. I was a rabid Astros fan for a long time, I cut my hair to look like Joe Sambito's. I wore blue and orange more than any young lady ever should. We went to Dodger Stadium, Angel Stadium, Jack Murphy (it'll also be the Murph to me, F the Q!) and even to spring training games in Yuma.
I would save any money I came across from babysitting, selling Kool-Aid on the corner, painting shells, whatever, in order to buy baseball cards. I had the complete sets of the first years that Fleer and Donruss went into production as well as the old standby, Topps. Sadly, I ended up selling them off as a lot in the early 90's because I needed rent money. I still regret that, but, it had to be done.
I remember the exact moment that the SD Padres won our division and it was clear we were going to The Show for the very first time! Our sleepy little beach town went INSANE! Cars were honking, people were screaming and running around high-fiving each other! All night long! I was with my friend Melanie and we were bouncing off the walls of my bedroom on Bond Street. It wasn't long before we too, took to the streets and headed towards the beach just to be apart of the action. Good times. No, great times! The Padres owner (Ray Kroc) died a day after my birthday that year, but I wish he had been there to see his boys get to The Show. We didn't win, but we got there!
My Padre loyalty remained true blue over the years, despite the losses and finally, in 1998, they had a winning team again. We again won the NL Division and we were headed to The Show for the second time in franchise history. That 1998 team was pure magic. Again, I remember exactly where I was when this achievement was made- Tio Leo's watching Hot Rod Lincoln. Most of the cool kids there didn't understand my enthusiasm for the game, the Pads, the win, but whatever. I ended up leaving to go celebrate with like minded individuals at NuNu's instead!A definite highlight of my entire life was going to a WORLD SERIES game! I went with my friend Dave Lamb and we had awesome seats in section 41 right by our bullpen. A WS game in my hometown with my favorite team of players! Unfortunately, the damn yankees swept us and we lost. I've always despised the yankees and I don't think it was possible for me to hate them anymore than I did that year. I think my hatred of the yankees is for another blog-another day. I can't even pay them enough respect to capitalize their team name. The hatred runs that deep.
Fast forward a bit. Leaving home 10 years ago seemed like something I needed to do at that time and I do think I made a great decision. Besides missing all of my friends, family and creature comforts, mostly, I missed my Padres. It's really hard for me not being able to watch them on Channel 4 whenever I want. Or to just drop in at a game because I'm in the stadium area. (Sadly, I haven't even been to the new ballpark that I fought so hard to get built.) I still love my Padres something fierce, but it just takes more effort now. I have to make plans to visit friends with sports packages, scour the TV listings in hopes that TBS or FOX or ESPN will maybe, possibly show a game here or there. I waste unlimited hours online refreshing the screen to see little squares representing batters move along the bases. It's really sad! When I'm really lucky, I can find the time (and money) to head east to Houston to see us play the Astros. What I really want is to be home. With my friends, family, creature comforts and My Padres. I miss tailgating with my Casbah friends. And being alongside like minded individuals. I'm a blue girl in a red state here. (And I mean that in more than one way.) That too, is probably another blog. I celebrate my favorite Padres (past and present) achievements from afar. I cried when #51, Trevor Hoffman made 600 saves. I always knew he was the best closer in the business, but now it's official! And he's headed to the Hall of Fame. Congrats Hoffy! It's always Trevor Time at my house!
In closing, My Padres have a real shot at winning the division again this year. BUT, they need to stop effing around and win some ballgames! I literally felt sick after their game last night, but today is another day. We've got about 15 games left this season, so I hope the boys show up, strut their stuff and win the division. Though it's hard sometimes, I'm always Keeping the Faith when it comes to my Swingin' Friars.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The Name Game
I've been thinking a lot over the last week or so about what my first blog post would actually be about. And it finally came to me. The reason why I chose the title- Aromatherapy Cowgirl!
Aromatherapy Cowgirl is a song that my dear girlfriend Rosie Flores wrote and often dedicates to me when she plays it live at her shows. I know it wasn't written for me, but if the boot fits...
Here's the lyrics:
She's had broken conversations on moonlit nights
Tequila stained carpets and bar-room fights
She shuffles her feet across the desert sand
With a Carlos Castaneda novel in her hand
She dances to Buck, Elvis and Merle
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
Drivin' down the road and it feels like heaven
In a rag-top Ford, 1967
Tumbleweeds flyin' past her coffee cup
At the Rattlesnake Grill eating sunny side up
Let her read your cards and watch your future unfurl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
It's another spiritual revelation
She's dreaming again about saving the Nation
Incense, candles, herbs from the vine
Some old George Jones and some home-made wine
You can't tell her anything she don't already know
She's Las Vegas lucky man, she's on a roll
Got a California bungalow that she calls home
Next to a little honky tonk where she uses the phone
She's a one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
Well, if she's had a bad day
There's an explanation
It's Mercury's fault - went into retrogration
Her Scorpio's rising
And she's rockin' the house
But when the moon is full
Well, then you better look out!
For that one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
She's Undeniable -
So Incredible -
Meditational -
OHM
Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
*Sometimes Rosie adds "She goes to 11" after the So Incredible line. It's an inside joke and it just cracks us both up when she does it!
Rosie is a fantastic writer, guitar-slinger, singer-songwriter and a most importantly, a very dear friend to me. She just celebrated her big SIX-O on the 10th of September, so Happy Birthday Virgo lady!
xoxo!
Trish
Aromatherapy Cowgirl is a song that my dear girlfriend Rosie Flores wrote and often dedicates to me when she plays it live at her shows. I know it wasn't written for me, but if the boot fits...
Here's the lyrics:
She's had broken conversations on moonlit nights
Tequila stained carpets and bar-room fights
She shuffles her feet across the desert sand
With a Carlos Castaneda novel in her hand
She dances to Buck, Elvis and Merle
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
Drivin' down the road and it feels like heaven
In a rag-top Ford, 1967
Tumbleweeds flyin' past her coffee cup
At the Rattlesnake Grill eating sunny side up
Let her read your cards and watch your future unfurl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
It's another spiritual revelation
She's dreaming again about saving the Nation
Incense, candles, herbs from the vine
Some old George Jones and some home-made wine
You can't tell her anything she don't already know
She's Las Vegas lucky man, she's on a roll
Got a California bungalow that she calls home
Next to a little honky tonk where she uses the phone
She's a one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
Well, if she's had a bad day
There's an explanation
It's Mercury's fault - went into retrogration
Her Scorpio's rising
And she's rockin' the house
But when the moon is full
Well, then you better look out!
For that one-step, two-step, twelve-step girl
She's an Aromatherapy Cowgirl
She's Undeniable -
So Incredible -
Meditational -
OHM
Aromatherapy Cowgirl.
*Sometimes Rosie adds "She goes to 11" after the So Incredible line. It's an inside joke and it just cracks us both up when she does it!
Rosie is a fantastic writer, guitar-slinger, singer-songwriter and a most importantly, a very dear friend to me. She just celebrated her big SIX-O on the 10th of September, so Happy Birthday Virgo lady!
xoxo!
Trish
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