Happy birthday

Happy birthday to Ricky.
Hope you had a wonderful birthday.

Solid Food=A beautiful thing

Slowly I am venturing back to solid food.
Tentatively I can say that it is a good thing.
I'm such a foodie. I love to cook, to eat.
I may not have empanadas for a long time but I plan on relishing this weekend in the splendors of solid food once again.

Ricky...Thank you for the kind wishes. They seem to have worked. :)

A Vacation of sorts

I feel fortunate and very blessed to have some of the most amazing and giving friends. Though I don't get to see many of them as much as I would like, I have been given the opportunity to meet some really sweet, talented and warm people in my travels and in my life. I would like take a moment to say thank you... to Ricky for the letters,the help with the studio, and being one of my biggest cheerleaders. Recently you have helped me to find a renewed sense of purpose...to George for everything, more than I can even say. Of course, Sanford, who I will get to see tonight.
I will do my best to do you all proud.

So, I am very excited...something that almost never happens is happening.
I almost never get the opportunity to take vacations really with the exception of visiting Mr. Carpentier's beach house in Delaware during the summer...and that is not too shabby. Rehoboth is a beautiful magical town. If you walk two blocks from Mr. Carpentier's house and cross the highway, you will find yourself in a soccer field. Walk through the soccer field to the row of trees, cross the dirt road and you will find yourself at the swing sets. If I am visiting then you will probably find Mr. Carpentier and I swinging. It is good to hold onto part of being a child, to still see parts of the world through those hopeful eyes.

This time tomorrow, K and I will be in Vermont visiting our friend Chris and mountain biking. We arrive at what I've been told is the peak of the turning leaves. Chris has been kind enough to let us stay with him and also managed to borrow some bikes for us to use. See, this is what I am talking about, so sweet.

On Friday, we are taking a 2 1/2 hour bus ride to Montreal to visit friends. Matheiu has been kind enough to offer us a place to stay in his apartment. His roomate who I have not met is out of town for the weekend and has kindly loaned us her room and bed.

I have never been to Montreal, but I hear that it is amazing. It is the 2nd largest French speaking city in the world next to Paris. This will be the first time I have left the country in over 6 years. I am so excited to see what waits in store for us on this little adventure. I will try to take some pictures and document the journey as I am able.

I must say it is strange to be traveling and not doing a show. I don't travel generally unless I can also book a show. I did almost book something in Montreal, but unfortunately it was too short of notice to make it happen.

Well, I am packed. Laura is staying in the apartment to watch the cat.
Deep breath...Away we go

Paula Abdul

OK Kids, I have a confession to make.
I'm not proud nor am I ashamed of this admission, but I have something to get off my chest.

The first concert that I ever saw was Paula Abdul in Bonner Springs Kansas with opening act Color me Badd.
OK, I have a second confession. I really enjoyed it and thought it was super awesome.
OK...I was 13 years old and it was during that phase where I wore overalls with one strap hanging down and a neon colored shirt underneath. I also had that haircut where it looked like somone put a bowl on my head and cut everything that wasn't underneath the bowl. The bowl haircut? Is that what it's called?

I remember hearing the song Rush Rush on the radio and saying, Oh my god, I have to get that. I purchased a cassette single and strolled around with my walkman listening to the song over and over and over and over again. Obsessive Compulsive? Maybe. Pure joy to my little 13 year old ears, absolutely.

So, why am I suddenly sharing this confession? Well, I got a letter a couple of weeks ago. I must admit that I read every letter that I receive but am not very good at responding. Part of this is my horrific handwriting, but I know that's not the best excuse.

So, Ricky, there is no shame in being all about that new Paula Abdul single. Though many think she is washed up, there was a time when she danced her ass off and dominated the pop charts.

So, in honor of my secret love, I'm going to share a few Paula Abdul video clips...just because.

First, a video that really showcased Paula Abdul's dancing ability, Cold Hearted Snake. Remember Paula did choreography for videos for eveyone from Janet Jackson to ZZ Top. This video was a tribute to Bob Fossey. Yes. I know more about Paula Abdul than I should.


Of Course Rush Rush because it is Paula's tribute to Rebel Without a Cause, obviously.


And.....just because this footage really cracked me up...

Glitters and Sparkles

There is a new song called Glitters and Sparkles. It is not quite done, but I have been playing with these little demos in my room, making beats, recording guitar and Singing. I am getting used to George. We have only scratched the surface of our conversation. He has things to say, in ways that I hadn't listened.

There is this song called 600 Miles. I'm not sure where it will go, but it wants to take me somewhere. I can tell you that I met two people out on the road who touched my heart and my soul. One is of course the namesake for my guitar, Mister George Lee. He is a savior in times of great loss. There is also Ricky in Minneapolis who has been so kind and gracious. Thank you for the card.

There is of course always Sanford and Son who got me through the Jitters and brought me into the world of being my own Roadie. Oh, You don't know glamour until You've been your own roadie, people. Mmm, my arms sure looked good, but boy wass my spine another story. When you recognize employees of the greyhound terminal at the Port Authority, You know that your star is blazing bright across the sky, ready to light a thousand chinese peace lanterns.

Boy will they glitter and sparkle.