Tuesday, October 12, 2010

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‎"Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind." -Friedrich Nietzsche

Friday, October 1, 2010

Live and let Live - Love and let Love

There have been too many tragic teen suicides within the past few weeks. A 13-year-old hanged himself because he was being bullied for being openly gay. There have been several other related deaths. This heartbreaking issue needs to be addressed. It is appalling and devastating that these young souls did not receive the love and support they desperately needed.

To my younger friends: Bullying, in any shape or form, is not okay. It is not funny, and if you see someone being bullied, stick up for them. If you need to grow some balls to do so, do it. Support one another. Don't be afraid. If someone messes with you for it, tell someone you trust. If you witness it, tell an adult. If you are scared, please tell someone. If your parents suck, tell an adult you trust. If you happen to be doing the bullying, STOP NOW. It is completely unacceptable. If you are being bullied or picked on, please talk to someone. You are not alone. If you don't feel that you have anyone to talk to, please send me a message.

Tolerance must be practiced, not only for the gay community, but simply for peer groups, and people. If someone is telling you otherwise, they are uneducated, ignorant, and a miserable waste of space. Racism, sexism, homophobia, and transphobia should not exist or ever be condoned.

Also, kudos to the brave and bold youth out there. Those that are tolerant, supportive, open, openly gay, openly trans, and/or those that value standing up for their friends. Life isn't an easy road, but you girls and guys are on your way to profound things.

You are amazing.

Send me a message if you need to.

National Suicide Prevention Hotline
1-800-273-8255

http://www.OutOfTheDarkness.org/

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Friday, September 10, 2010

In memorandum.

Every night of September 10th, I make sure to leave my phone ringer on when I go to sleep. I will never forget the morning of 9/11/2001, when I received an early phone call, turned on the television, and viewed the tragic horror of that historical day. Much love and blessings to the victims, their families, the heroes, and the people that came together. Much love to humanity. Crazy things are happening and you just gotta keep on livin' and lovin'.

Ron Arrrrtest

is the bomb.

Ron Artest to speak to children about mental health




Thursday, September 9, 2010

ick ack

Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of press... but the media can make the choice not to publish things that will obviously inflame citizens, and give some ignorant extremist idiot 15 minutes of fame. That is why that other nameless piece of garbage shot Lennon - a bit of press and what they think is glory. What's next?

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Thursday, September 2, 2010

in the days...

Important.



I just finished watching the moving documentary, "Crips and Bloods: Made in America", directed by Stacy Peralta (Dogtown and Z-boys).

It was a gloomy reminder of the failure of the government and communities to provide much-needed resources and opportunities to youth. Meanwhile, funding and programs are being taken away from SCHOOLS and the CHILDREN, who are in fact the FUTURE.

Please go to the link below and sign the petition in support of the Youth PROMISE Act. PROMISE = Prison Reduction through Opportunities, Mentoring, Intervention, Support and Education.

http://www.youthpromiseaction.org/

"We are a democracy. We have the resources. We're the richest country on earth. It is absolutely outrageous, it is inexcusable, that we have failed to meet the most elementary tasks, of what it means to be fellow citizens and build a community."

"The ingredient is to care about people and to love them."



http://www.cripsandbloodsmovie.com/

Revolution for the Hell of It

"This country with its constitution belongs to those who live in it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government they shall exercise their constitutional rights of amending it or their revolutionary right to dismember or overthrow it." -Abraham Lincoln

"Saw a Ford Motor commercial last month that began 'In the old days when there were men and Indians. . . .' Isn't that unbelievable! It's hard to keep your cool in this land of the free . . . eechs! The land that Columbus discovered (?) - what does that mean anyway, seeing as how there were people living here for quite some time." -Abbie Hoffman

Scientia potentia est.

My book collection continues to expand, and the flowers in my brain continue to grow...with the writings and words of old revolutionists, philosophers, and physicists.

Knowledge is power.

If only I knew what a nerd I was back in high school... maybe I would have applied myself.....

nah.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

doctorate in unicorns

So...I spent a month in Chicago this summer. The insane and amazing experience that proceeded to unfold cannot be described with words, and if it could, it would fill the pages of a book. I did create this montage of ten small (but infinite) minutes of my trip. .....and what a trip it was......... . . . .

click this linky

Thursday, August 19, 2010

pop tarts

The other day, my darling, eight-year-old protege spouted off some words of that talentless turdbucket, Ke$ha, including: "brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack." Now, I've listened to a few of Ke$ha's tunes, I've watched her videos....and I've tried to understand and "get" it. Truthfully, I haven't been able to *get* through a whole video, as there is no way a hot mess riding an elephant and yelping is going to keep my attention.

The fact that this garbage and audio feces is so widely smeared at the top of the charts, and adored, is truly frightening. I'm not a fan of modern pop, but I "get" Katy Perry and Lady Gaga, and why nearly everyone digs it. I scrunch my face at the mere mention of Justin Bieber, but I "get" the wee teen sensation thing. Wait, is he even a teen? Exactly. I "get" the audio tuned, pro-packaged catchy sections of Ke$ha's crap, but what I don't understand is how people can listen and groove to that annoying, obnoxious, and overly processed whine. What is it? Why? And a comparison to Salt N Pepa? Step down, lil' girl! While Salt n Pep may have followed a formula, they had elements that most music these days lack:

a message....and soul.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

change.



a bit 'bout my month-long stint in Chicago coming soon...

also... my record! should arrive shortly. xo. * * *

word.



thank you lil J... (the future of metal).

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Sunday, July 11, 2010

So.

I'm alone in a big, haunted, old building in Rogers Park, Chicago. so the ghost(s) and I decided to make a song and video.

surreal.

please play while reading:




Ever since I was a wee little girl, I've been staring out the window of an aeroplane, high in the sky. It ain't no thang, however, my flight today won the golden trophy for scariest flight. We had flown for almost three hours, and everything was easy breezy, up until the plane suddenly started taking these heavy drops (way up in the air) and madly convulsing. The plane was going at top speed, headed downward, and the exit lights and other lights were flashing on and off. It just can't be explained with words. Everyone was hunched over, and there was a thick tension throughout the aircraft. I've been through all sorts of "turbulence", but never anything like this. I thought, "this is it". The scary thing about plane crashes is that you have absolutely no control, and you're just on the ride.... and you have alllll that time as you head down.... to think.

As the plane rumbled, time ticked very slowly and pictures from life flickered through my mind. I had a mental checklist with the universe...it was not a "life flashes before your eyes" sort of thing, but a visual sweep of the latest roads I've been on. The beautiful thing is, as frightening as the thought of "the end" was, I fully accepted that I was about to go, and it felt okay. There was no fear. The picture show looked pretty amazing. No regrets. I'm not necessarily ready to go...there are so many things I'd love to do, give, make happen, and experience.... but I thought, if it is time...so be it. I was listening to Liars "Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack", and felt that it provided such a nice soundtrack to the unknown, I put it on repeat and braced myself. With all of the turbulence, I assumed, we were pretty low to the ground, and either we'd crash, or land. During one of the heart-stopping drops, I stole a glance out the window, and saw how incredibly high we were, and that it was really happening. Those one-in-a-million chance type things. I thought about my best friend and how she had experienced the same thing over the ocean, and how she made peace with the possibility of death. It is slightly embarrassing that I actually thought about LOST, but it was only for a few seconds. I thought about the finale and how it provided such a strong message about life and the people you spend time with. yah, so what, my plane was shaking.

I knew no matter what, if I'm going out, I want music to be in my ears, heart, and mind, so I just soaked up the song, shut my eyes, and let if flow. And everything truly made sense, as it always does.

Eventually, we somehow made it. Upon landing, the plane made all sorts of long, peculiar noises, so maybe we really did get lucky. Everyone looked exhausted, some experienced loud hiccups, and other strange behaviors. My heart didn't stop racing until an hour or so later, when I sat down in the smelly shuttle and stared out the window for a while, taking in the new scenery. What an adrenaline rush. Sur-real.

Thank you, life. I am not afraid, and I am not afraid of the unknown. I know that no matter what, everything will be as it should be, the road twists and turns where it should, and I trust that whatever will be, will be.

Also, big love to everybody, every living entity, every little thing.

Even after death, one's spirit through life "can always be found".

I was listening to the "radio edit version" (beautiful video) of Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKHmiBenhJw

Monday, June 21, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Ti amo Gianfranco Reverberi

Just finished Delirium, an absolutely insane '72 Euro exploitation film by Renato Polselli. After watching a trailer, I was floored by the score of Italian composer, Gianfranco Reverberi. Since I could not find anything out about the music, I procured the hard to find movie off of ebay and had it shipped to me all the way from Israel. Frankly, this is one of the best soundtrack/scores I have ever heard. And it has never been released!!! -Disappointing. The film is not exactly one I would desire to watch repeatedly. I am a sucker for 60s and 70s Italian cinema, and while many elements of Delirium are succulent, it is not for the faint of heart. I gaped at the screen a few times, eyebrows raised. The shock value is definitely there, but my mind was more boggled due to babe, Rita Calderoni, and her character's deranged insanity. The entire score is just absolutely brilliant. Such a gem. Reverberi is highly underrated. In fact, Gnarls Barkley's song "Crazy" samples his work. These tasty jams need to be enjoyed on vinyl. It's got to happen.

There is an American version and an International version of the film... I chose to watch the latter. I heard they're significantly different, so I'll make sure to check the other one out.


*poof*

Free will. Choice. Love. Freedom.

this bird you cannot change.







Friday, June 18, 2010

LAKERS 2010 NBA Champions

yay for the Lakers!

do what ya love. .. . . . ..

well. In reading about the possible consequences of the oil spill disaster, and its potential for arousing an extinction level event, all I can say is live day by day, and enjoy life to the fullest. The horror that is happening underneath the ocean is causing the sea floor to collapse, and who knows what else.... which will cause the earth to rumb~b~l~l~le. I don't blame it. I am interested in reviewing the scientific reports on quantities of methane gases released, whenever those may come. One may speculate on the parallels with this fiasco and the extinction of the dinosaurs. I keep in mind that it is essential to observe science, rather than speculation, and of course, the media. Meanwhile, BP continues to dump more toxins into the ocean. The whole situation is disgusting and deplorable.

"This well did not want to be drilled. It just seemed like we were messing with Mother Nature." -Daniel Barron, a worker on Deepwater Horizon


some of my photographs of Santa Monica, California:







Sunday, June 13, 2010

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Monday, May 3, 2010

when people run in circles. . .

Mellow Yello



I've always enjoyed this song. Heard a clip of it on the radio today and pulled up the video on youtube to have a listen, for nostalgic purposes I s'pose. I do believe I actually have an old 7" single. The song (and video) is rather, erm, interesting to analyze. Moon. Beautiful.

Monday, April 19, 2010

tears of a clown



one of my favorite music videos. so moving and poignant

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Monday, April 12, 2010

heavy.


I've been through of lot of crazy experiences, but last night was one of the most frightening moments of my life. After a long day of mixing and making magic at Seahorse Sound Studios, my dear friend and producer, not to mention mentor, Crooked Cowboy, headed for home, and I followed a few minutes after. I texted him from the studio about mastering. He did not respond, but I did not really think anything of it, and I hopped on the 210 San Bernadino freeway to be on my way. It was pouring buckets of hard rain, and I could barely see in front of me. I was going fairly slow and driving carefully, while my tired ears listened to the mixes from the day. Some cars started slowing down and I crept past what looked like a familiar vehicle, stopped in the middle of the freeway, facing oncoming traffic. The car was totaled; the windows and windshield were shattered, there were no lights, and it looked quite horrific. I will never forget the image of that vehicle and how it had a quiet, eerie stillness about it. The scene was very, very dark. There was a large truck pulled over on the side of the freeway, and no officers on the scene, so it must had just happened. I texted Crooked Cowboy to see if he was safely driving, in hopes that my wild mind was playing tricks on me, but he did not respond. I frantically called him and only reached his voicemail. My body grew numb, and I exited the freeway to turn around. From the looks of the accident, whoever was in that vehicle surely could not have made it. As I drove to get back on the freeway, I could barely see in front of me. My mind was spinning in circles, and I felt that I was going to faint. Is that his vehicle? Am I going to come back to find him dead? Is this wonderful person who believes in my music and was out there to work with me, now lifeless? This was literally a worst-nightmare scenario. The drive back to the freeway seemed to take years. I was trying my best not to panic, and just to get there and find out if it was him. I got back on the 210 ramp and slowly made my way back to the scene. The traffic was now fairly stopped, and all of the cars were trying to pass to the left. I made my way over to the right, hands gripping the wheel. My heart heavily dropped when I saw the Toyota emblem, and confirmed it was indeed his vehicle. Words really cannot describe the horrid feeling. It is basically this:

















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I pulled over off the freeway, and an officer walked to my car and asked what I was doing there. I quietly whispered, "I think that's my friend." The officer asked me his name and what he looks like and said he'd be right back. I peered out the window and lo and behold, there was my talented, big-hearted friend in his black hat, standing in the rain, talking to an officer. Golly gee, nothing short of a miracle. A very shaken Crooked Cowboy walked to my car, and told me how his car hit water and he rode on top of the water, and lost control of his vehicle. It flipped, hit the freeway divider, and plopped into the middle of the freeway, facing huge trucks and cars. He managed to climb out of his vehicle on the right side, and raced across the freeway, through traffic and pouring rain. It's amazing. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.

So yeah, life is short. You never know when it wants to take you or someone you love. Share your love and self with others, because we really just never know. I love the people in my life very much, and want them all to know that. Oh yes, and life, I love you too.


(photo of Crooked Cowboy by the beautiful Amanda Franny)

Monday, April 5, 2010

Indian Paintbrushes and Bluebonnets

I just recently returned from a trip to Texas. Haven't been in a while. I landed in Austin and enjoyed the warm wind and scenic route out to College Station, where my ma sets up camp and teaches college. The long road was framed with vibrant bluebonnets and colorful, coral red Indian paintbrushes, otherwise known as "prairie fire". Waiting for me were Grandma's gooey brownies and mom's soft, peanut butter cookies. The first meal was that oh so delicious TexMex that I adore, complete with warm queso dip and a satisfying shrimp dish.

The first full day was magical, as my grandmother, brother-Thomas, and I went to visit our old stomping grounds out in the woods. Due to family being in the military, I've had to move and change schools a lot. Coldspring was actually my favorite place to attend school. During that time I lived on a huge plot of land on the hem of the Sam Houston National Forest, as well as my great Uncle Johnny's farm. I went to school in Coldspring for three-and-a-half years before I was whisked out of 9th grade mid-year (during Mrs. Thompson's English class), and popped into a new high school in Willis, Texas. The following summer, I went out for a regular visit to my dad's place near the beach, where I skateboarded underneath the blue skies and sunshine, jammed to his Led Zeppelin records, and experienced beloved, blissful freedom..... and decided California was the place for me. Thus, I moved to the Golden State, jumped into my third high school, and have called it home ever since..... but, I still do call Texas home.......


This is my lovely grandma, after arriving to our old plot of land in Evergreen. This beautiful woman managed to climb through a narrow, rusty fence to go explore with us. The birds were singing, and it was a crisp, gorgeous day.


Hmm...Howlin' Wolf Lane? This is actually the corner of the dirt road where my little brother, Paul, and I would stand and wait for the bus. He was in elementary school and I was in junior high. There were times where we'd have to avoid vicious chow dogs, as well as deep, wet mud that we'd sink into. My brother and I would sit on separate ends of the bus, but now I would sit next to him every day.


Our "back yard". .. . .




This was the corner store. Unfortunately it's closed now.


Headed to charming Coldspring, Texas.


This is a real barber shop! Haircuts for five dollars. Magical.


This right here is "the Hanging Tree".....



I took more photos, but don't want to put too many in one post... but I highly suggest any visitors near San Jacinto County, Texas, check out this special little town.

Now, onto my favorite part of the trip... After dining at the Hop, a spot where we used to dig in to yummy grub and milkshakes after football games and such... we headed out to my Uncle Johnny's beautiful farm, where we were greeted with big hugs and ice cold sweet tea. This place was also my home, and is very near and dear to me.....


That lil' house in the upper right corner is where we lived with my Grandma. How lucky was I?? The woods and ponds were my oasis and terrain to explore. I pretty much credit this wilderness with saving my life .. . .. . . . .. . . . .


This groovy lake was in our front yard. A serene spot for fishin' and relaxin'.


This was the path to the bus stop every morning and afternoon. Generally we'd have to pass several stoic, and sometimes grumpy, cows.....




There are two small ponds and two large ponds on the property. I have explored every inch of this land. On the other side of this pond is a hidden stream with little waterfalls, which I loved to splash in.


We'd pick dewberries when they were in season, and my ma would make homemade dewberry pie.

All in all, I will always be a southern belle.

sweet owl cake!



yum yum yum

Sunday, March 28, 2010

in the eye of the moon



Dead Meadow film premiere at the historic Masonic Lodge at Hollywood Forever Cemetery

The film is KILLER. I haven't watched it on the tele yet, but really enjoyed what I saw on the big screen. Jason Simon apparently has some decent acting chops, and I personally was entertained by the lovable Steve Kille sporting shades and shooting a gun... hah!!! The film had an epic quality, and was very "This Song Remains the Same", with some Tarantino and Stone elements. That's all I remember....I will have to view again.... .. good work though...great cinematography.

I'm currenty housesitting and enjoying doing nothing. I'm watching a documentary on the Mayans and their prophecies, and thankfully I have sort of trained my brain not to overthink such things. Over the weekend I inked in another sitting of A Clockwork Orange and From Dusk til Dawn, and also viewed Gran Torino, Basquiat, and The Saddest Music in the World. Having time off is awesome. Next week I get to hang in Texas, stuff my face with delicious tex-mex and home cookin', and relax. Then it's back to the bump and grind of the million things I'm trying to complete... yeehaw!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Friday, March 19, 2010

mixing day deux


bedridden blues.
vox, bass, drums, harmonium, moog.
thai iced tea with boba.
calla lilies fresh from a garden
a golden day in spooky san bernadino, california
snap crackle pop
2 : 7