Parties Passion Pit Falls...

Nothing could have prepared me for the night. Partner in crime and business turning up volume by the rolling of taxi windows. There you were on the table with an apple in your mouth... No, really, there was a fucking dead pig with an apple in it's mouth! Here we were in this industrial barn somewhere between reality and dreams. And then there were moments in time that were damn near nightmareish. The projection of Bob on the wall was trying to tell me I was a big girl now. But, I wasn't having it. I wasn't ready to breathe the verity but I was inhaling alright. The dick book on the frenchies dresser was trying to remind me how you were.
James Dean was there playing with switch blades and doing his best Scarface impression. Betty page was there too she was throwing a fit because they wouldn't let her sing Bobby Mcgee. So I sang it instead... We were dancing children drinking red wine from the bottle while the flashing lights reminded us we were being studied. "You should do music" "You guys will do well" "Thank you may I have some more". And when the shit hit the fan the westerns playing on the wall told me to point and shoot.
So shoot I did though my weapon was my mouth and my ammo it was kisses and song. Three french boys one in evening. Edith Piaf was the lady of the hour she shook me. She consumed me and I sang and I wept. Applause was a true hit or so I had thought. But it didn't move him because he didn't care just as he never has and never will.

Something Quite Fleeting.

I'm so upset with myself. I know I am walking down the wrong path and I've known this for some time now. My lust for life is waining fast. I used to be so passionate about so many things and I used to create. Now I feel like a passenger and a simple consumer. If this is going to be the legacy I leave behind the end will be nigh.

MugiMe.

I'm beginning to believe all I want from life is someone to eat rotten shark meat with.... His name is Örn Elías Guðmundsson otherwise known as "Mugison" an Icelandic god(musician). I discovered his work about week or two ago and it certainly strikes the right chord with me. You must check him out but if I discover you've illegally downloaded his music I might have kill you.

Vuitton Capture Mon Coeur!

Louis Vuitton is truly growing on me... It all started when I watched "Jacobs & Vuitton" then the Daft Punk mix now the Edith Piaf mix!! Its beatiful and slightly haunting. I feel as though she could be in the corner of this very room singing to me now.
Tonight, I have a date with the frenchie at Keybar (ooh la la). I've never been there but it seems rather quaint and it would appear that there is a 2for1 till 10pm. It sounds slightly dangerous; 2fers can be a friend at brunch but the night before work is another story altogether. And I assure you that I will not be enjoying a "Unicum" shot...

Shamble Me Pretty...

I don't know where I'm going but yes I know where I've been and I know where I am, now. I am in a strange place blazers and pencil skirts mon-thur click click clack on the computer and showing apartments to what I hope to be eager buyers. The weekend could hold anything there is always something happening follow the free show follow the free drink. Will my train card work this swipe? And whats for dinner? I feel like an utter vagabond as of late. I don't know if vagabonds regularly misplace their cellies in limos but this wreck does. And sometimes I kick people out of my life for crackers in the bed...
Last night I checked out Soulwax again with some near and dears (lovely). I don't recommend improv limbos whilst wearing gladiator heels and be sure to hold tight to your lime my loves. I must not let mtv midgets boil my blood nor will I pout over pizza slices. U R A big girl now...

Walk of shame to pick up some keys and show another place. I feel so fucking high fashion in my target/h&m frock. Heads are turning left and right maybe I look like the circus is back in town or maybe I look utterly fabulous. I'd like to think the later but I can only chuckle and wonder when I am finally going to have that slice of humble pie from Serendipty.Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by everything around me and other times I am completely numb to it. Today on the train I see that NYU has had explosive diarrhea again it is in transit to williamsburg then I spot one of the worst camel toes yet; it happens to be pumpkin colored (how festive). I'm reading trainspotting and realize I'm finally not afraid to admit I'd still fuck James Newell Osterberg Jr aka Iggy Pop.

Oops, I tweeted, again.

http:www.twitter.com/plateofyams

follow me into the dark...

Cut & Paste Lady of The Day.

My name is Blossom
I was raised in a lions den
My name is Blossom
I was raised in a lions den

My nightly occupation
Stealing other womens men
I'm an evil evil woman
But I want to do a man some good
I'm an evil evil woman
But I want to do a man some good
I'm Gina Lola Bridgietta
I ain't red riding hood

If you don't like my peaches, baby, why do you shake my tree?
If you don't like my peaches, baby, why do you shake my tree?
Get out of my orchard, baby
Let my peach tree be
Now don't you ooh skoodla doo skoodli dee
And I won't ya ya doo doo
If you don't ooh skookdla doo
Then I won't ya ya doo doo
So don't you ooh skoodla doo skoodli dee
And I won't ya ya doo doo

Some men like me cause I'm happy
Some think I'm snappy
Some call me honey
And some think I've got
But Grey Brown told me that I was built for speed
You put them all together
Everything a good man needs
You put them all together
Everything a good man needs

Like a sketzie...

At the dinner table am I. This seriously has to stop immediately!!!

Getting Sucked In....

Or wanted to be sucked. Lakehouse latenight = On Demand. I have to say I'm intrigued enough to drudge on to episode deux.

"Going Back Home".

Think the Nina Simone song because thats what I listened to before I got here...

I'm back at ye olde lakehouse for a bit. I spent the day with my family including my new baby sister Georgiana Rose, my Nan, and my Auntie Beverly & Uncle Frank who are visiting from England. I haven't seen them since I was climbing trees. Not to say that I've kicked the tree climbing habit completely its just a lot less frequent is all. We chatted about life and music over frosty pints, boating, and fishing. I told my dad that the fish were playing j.t.t. with us because they kept nibbling off our worms and swimming off. Then I had to explain what j.t.t. meant (just the tip). Also it turns out my Uncle Frank has seen John Lee Hooker live (can you say jealous?) the two seem very in tune with music its quite lovely. And nan cracks me up because I feel like she is thinking the same sinister-esk thoughts sometimes which results in eye contact and giggles. I'll have to pay them a visit now, I think. The evening ended with fire dancing goblins(my lovely sibs) sparklers and smores.

Dirty Rice Is Nice.

My trip to New Orleans was lovely and short lived. I enjoyed some duck gumbo, dirty rice, a signature bourbon street "hand grenade", some live blues, a friend, saw an old rugby teammate, got a piggy back ride, put money in a jukebox that never played my songs and saw some ghosts. Then I was gone much like the robed lady in my room who caused quite a ruckus at 5:38am.

I'm bored.

Chairman of the bored.

As if blogging could help.

If I were to describe how I feel with a picture... this one would sum it up. I have nothing. But feelings, a voice, a mind and these hands. I should be thankful enough but I feel so rock bottom. Once upon a time I could choose kobe steak but if I go grocery shopping this month I'll have a cart well basket more like full of this. I want stability and a place to create or rot. It could be worse. It could always be worse. It could be worse. It is what it is. IT COULD BE WORSE. IT COULD BE.

Current Playlist:
For Real - Okkervil River
Everything Means Nothing To Me - Elliot Smith
Talk Show Host - Radiohead
New York - Cat Power
Death To Everyone - Bonnie Prince Billy
Somebody Pick Up My Pieces - Bettye LaVette
Broke - Modest Mouse
No Satisfaction - Black Mountain
I'm In No Mood - The Fiery Furnaces
The Slow Drug - PJ Harvey
Numb - Portishead
Give Me Wine or Money - The Mekons
Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime - Beck

Going to the Chapel...

In Boston...
with this one:

No Sleep Till Brooklyn...

So I'm saying farewell to LA... I spent the day at Venice beach (stag style). It was quite a lovely day (minus the boardwalk freakshow) and now I'm finishing my send-off with some Bohemia Clasica and a Double Double.

Farewell

and Hello Again.

The Queen Enlightens.

Apparently, the amazing Hayao Miyazake has done it once again. If you don't know who he is I recommend looking him up.
I first fell in love with him when I purchased "My Neighbor Totoro" then came "Kiki's Delivery Service", "Princess Mononoke", "The Cat Returns" and "Spirited Away". He is so brilliant and never fails to make me feel like a curious and crazy imaginative child again. I cannot wait till the english version hits the streets!!

A special thanks goes to Queen Marie for alerting me of this. xoxo

Wine Country Cali (Road Playlist).

Rub-Alcohol Blues - The Fiery Furnaces
Me & The Bean - Spoon
Long Distance Call - Muddy Waters
Don't Think Twice - Odetta
We Got Back The Plague - The Fiery Furnaces
Poster of a Girl - Metric
Trouble No More - Muddy Waters
You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb - Spoon
West Coast - Coconut Records
Strange Fruit - Nina Simone
I Need Money - John Lee Hooker
Skinny Love - Bon Iver
Second Chance - Liam Finn
Teacup Woozy - Holopaw
Take Me On my Own - Danger Bear
Sweet Contempt - Roses King Castles

Sad Nautical Songs...

It was overcast that day in Monterey the sun came in out of view while I walked along the beach in near solitude. I could barely hear the seals sing at the marina anymore and the construction workers working on the sea wall were raisin sized, by now. I don't know if I could blame it on a full moon but I couldn't stop the flood of thoughts and emotion. I was a step up from a seal after filling my belly with sashimi and wine so a mermaid would that make me? I don't suppose mermaids wear boots though... but I bet they drink wine.



Farewell San Jose...
hi Eureka...

to be continued.

That's What I Want.

Mmmm... Breakfast. Especially if a certain someone made it ;) Anyhow I came across this video by the Dutch artist Parra for the song by the lovely "Le Le" I know it's been around for awhile but I just now saw the video. It puts a goofy smile on my face so it may just be worth checking out:

Little Begonia Approves.

What happens when my dearest friend Jen Lasher gets together with that kid from Maryland who is too fat to be a hipster (Oh snap!)? "So Dynamite" Check it out on myspace!

Tut Tut it looks like rain...

Which on the road makes for even slower internet. I'm in transit from Colorado Springs to Albuquerque. Feeling pretty sluggish today I blame the rain, oktoberfest ale and pretzels with beer cheese. It's not part of the diet but since when do I follow rules?
Oh and the rain... So, I'm doing the normal scouting for new music by fumbling around on myspace and imeem when I stumbled across some new Ani Difranco. Although, I can barely listen to her anymore it brought me back to the memories of my personal first wave of feminism. It was Me Camille and the world. We ransacked Cat's Music and McKay's used bookstore regularly, so to speak. Ani won me over when she said "my pussy is a tractor" we had to rewind it three times over to be sure but it was what we had thought we heard.
I sampled the new album and I didn't find it the slightest bit arousing. But I still hold a special place in my heart for that woman. And songs such as "Both Hands", "32 Flavors", and "Shy".

Since we are talking new music it looks as though Devin the Dude is about to drop another album on October 7th and I cannot wait. It's about time I fall in love with some new hip-hop again I've been losing faith lately.
I also having a feeling that Outkast is cooking up something good or a prayer at least. 2009 eh.

Killer Indeed...

So, I ate at this joint in Salt Lake City yesterday and the sign says it all. If you are ever in the area just go there. I had a chicken mole dish called mole negro because I like my mole dark, like my men.

What I'm listening to...

Below is some footage of Odetta at what I believe to be from the Newport Festival in other performers included : John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, & Nina Simone (in other words "sick").

So here I am...

On the road now. In a place called Park City Utah. It's not at all where I expected to be but it's alright, for now.


I miss New York and I miss Brooklyn. When I get back I wanna go ride the Wonderwheel and the Cyclone. I might just have myself a Nathans hot dog as well...





I'll probably wear this:

This is me...

And this is my destination:

for now anyhow...