Burning Eyes

I have transformed into a Japanese businessman.

Holy temple of work.

My eyes burn from staring at this screen. Fatigue is setting in.

But like Andy Warhol, I'm afraid to go to sleep or something...

I got so much done the past few days, I'm afraid to get off the ride...

I updated the Ajda the Turkish Queen page and the Turkish Queen page (and posted a new song on Myspace).

I finally updated my database of record labels to send my CD to. Just gotta do the mailing/emailing.

More work done on the Dame Darcy movie pre-production.

Gonna start recording my own music tomorrow. Starting with harpsichord 'cause that's what I play on my song about 9/11, and since that whole situation isn't going away just yet, I'm still feelin' it.

Speaking of harpsichord, many blessings upon my teacher, who was recently diagnosed as having an aneurysm. I hope she can be back teaching me very soon. She has already given me a gift and inspiration.

Had a weird dream last night. Truly gross. I dreamt I saw my own suit of skin. I went over and picked it up; it was hanging on the back of chair. How it felt in my hands is too disgusting to describe.

I struggled through an episode of Mystery! - Miss Marple - last week. I don't have no fancy cable, and that WGBH doesn't come in so well, even with Victor Venckus's antenna...

I feel like it's safe to say that recently I feel much less depressed. Boston feels like home, or at least home base. Staying busy helps! Ok, and a recent trip to Hawaii...Jeez, though, the Prague of summer 2005 seems so distant.

I think the skin suit thing was inspired by a conversation at a show last night with Brian King...we discussed Saturn return and life anew...molting...

So yeah, after working a double yesterday I trudged out to a club to do some DV taping for some friends. A prominent female member of the Boston Rock scene - someone I respect - came on to me very strongly. It made me feel very uncomfortable. I know she was drunk, but now I feel anxious about running into her again...she was cackling like a witch!

And Tuesday I went out to see Paula Kelley chez Abbey Lounge. Wunderbar!!!! Paula is nice, smart, talented, and she has a slightly bitter edge in her music that I really dig. We commiserated about our frustration with the lack of people in "ENTERTAINMENT" who are not fuckups operating under the guise of creative geniuses, thus excusing them from the normalcies of professionalism in business matters. Sad how accustomed to it I've grown.

Anyway Paula and Aaron looked and sounded gr8. They used melodica on one song, which I adore. I wasn't that into the rest of what I saw & heard, despite the set by one of my fave local performers.

Like BW, one day I'll expose all of it. The Tell-All book. Hah. I've already begun it - months ago.

Yeah, one day I'll stop being polite all the damn time and tell folks what's really on my mind. Oi!

Did I mention I finished the Andy book? The saddest part is the end - the chapter called Aftermath, detailing what happened to the once young and glamourous set.

Edie, oh Edie. Suffocated on her own pillow 'cause she had taken so many downers. She couldn't lift her head.

Anyway, I'm here. Surviving.

I wanna organize a trip down to the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh this summer.

Fischli and Weiss's 'The Way Things Go' is at TUFTS. I am so thrilled about this!!

And only one week until 'A Scanner Darkly' opens. Must go.

The Church of Style

The past few days, I find I'm actually wanting to go out for the first time in awhile.

Thursday night I played on the radio in Providence, RI. It went well. Supposedly it will be archived and I can get a copy that way 'cause the DJ couldn't burn a CD-R for some reason.

When I was playing in the little studio, I was giving it my all. It was emotionally exhausting. I felt the same heat as when Turkish Queen recorded our first CD in 2003 in NH.

It was that clear, strong feeling of "Here I am doing what I want and I've got an audience." It was weird and intense.

Though I travel a lonelier road these days with the solo thing...

Anyway, the Monique from Bourbon Princess connection continues as she was pushed back one week since I could only make this specific date. The last show I played was with her - finally meeting her after we co-exist in the biz around here or years.

Weird that she would be the next guest on this lil' show, and that she would be collaborating with the DJ, as am I.

He's doing a remix for me.

In fact, Turkish Queen got mentioned in the Phoenix this week in an interview with Paula Kelley. She was talking about how arranging is her bread'n'butter these days. The song I had her arrange for string quartet is the song I'm having several folks remix. Chestbox.

Anyway, after the radio thing. My friend Sarah and I went to the tasty little Cuban Revolution Cafe. MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

We saw a really cool vintage clothing store called Worn Again. It had a sign referring to itself as "The Church of Style", and from the display it looked true. The sign went further to say "Thou Shalt Not Loiter at the Church of Style". Love that!

When we got back to Boston we went to see German electronic act Barbara Morgenstern. It wasn't too packed. PA's. It was very math-rock/indie-rock live. The music was putting out very positive vibes however, and the musicians were enjoying themselves while they played.

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Last night I hopped on over to Davis Square to see Jello Biafra do his spoken thing.

It was great, and I feel way more motivated to get involved/be aware of local elections, like I used to be.

But I gotta admit, there's so much info & misinfo about the war and crooked politicans out there, I kinda feel like I'm up against a tsunami.

Anyway, after going at it for an hour and a half, Jello commented, "And we're just getting started".

I ran into several friends at the show, some of whom I sat with. We decided to leave after 2.5 hours.

We got pizza. On the walk back to the car, some homies approached us. The one said "I'm about to have sex. Do you have a condom?" So I gave him one.

Then he kinda followed us a short distance making friendly chatter before offering us drugs.

It was a weird night, but definitely fun.

Be here now.

Mysterious Skin

Mysterious Skin
Current mood: hungry
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

Watched Mysterious Skin last night instead of going to see Dungen and Witch.

It's a Gregg Araki film. I like his other works that I've seen.

I also like Atom Egoyan.

Anyway, this one was heavy and somewhat Donnie Darko.

I don't wanna give away too much, but lets just say it's like Monster or Boys Don't Cry from a more male perspective.

Sad vulnerability and destroyed youth.

Some fine actors in there, though. Damn, that kid from Third Rock grew up rather nicely. And Brady Corbet!

The most intense part of the whole DVD is the extra featuring him reading from the book by Scott Heim that the film was based on. He is videotaped reading somewhere outside, in California I guess. Ranks right up there with that scene of Malkovich reading aloud.

Oh and the soundtrack was done by Robin Guthrie (Cocteau Twins) and Harold Budd. That's how I found out about the film - at a Robin Guthrie solo show about a year and a half ago. I met Robin that night. Sweet and flirty chap, he was.

It brought up some questions about my own childhood. Not lost time, per se, because I remember no such phenomenon, but other strange things that occurred that my mom told me about years later.

Currently listening: Kids (1995 Film) By Folk Implosion Release date: By 24 July, 1995

Beuys

Went to the Busch-Reisinger Museum at the Fogg today.

I like taking advantage of the arts around here. Almost as good as all the free art in London or Houston.

I wanted to see the Lazlo Moholy-Nagy Light Sculpture Object turned on, which is a ritual performed only on Wednesdays at 1:45PM.

There was a sizeable group today, according to the curator - a tall blond Germand woman who was quite friendly.

She had pix of how it look when originally conceived, in the early part of the 20th century. It was in a box with colored lights, etc, and they darkened the room. They don't do this anymore, because the piece is too old, etc...

Anyway, it was basically like an electric eggbeater, but less fun.

I did wander upstairs to the Study Room, though.

That was cool. They have all these weird objects and works of art not on display, but you look through a catalog and they bring them out to you.

The woman, wearing protective white gloves, brought out like 15 objects/pieces I requested. Aquatints, lithographs, photopositivs/photonegativs, huge cans of olive oil, cans of honig, fascinating and funny pieces of ART called the Multiples all by Joseph Beuys.

Apparently there's gonna be a big show of his stuff in the spring. According to what the folks were saying at this Study Room, Beuys is de rigueur...

Many of his images utillize rabbit shapes. I think what appeals to me about their shape - the ones that look like Belgian hares - is that they look pert and well-behaved.

Rain rain rain. Didn't stop me from being out and about all day.

Went to practice piano/harpsichord and had another incident with the elevator man. He weirds me out a little. He was dressed up, and he looks at me and says "Now don't play anything too wild or loud. There's a recital, and they'll be able to hear it." Of course that comment made me so uptight. Jeez. You'd think I was Amanda Palmer or something...

He talks to me like a child. Hey that should relieve/ease my nervousness about aging.

Whatev. Those who hurt us give us gifts.-Paula Vogel

Note to self: 4 drinks on empty stomach = Ajda Mem Wipe

Very dangerous. I don't wanna be some Courtney Love freakshow.

I've had two female friends offer to help me with music stuff very recently. One takes care of me and picks up after me and the other will help with mailings and go with me to my radio show appearance in Providence...cause I don't wanna go alone.

Momma tells me not to do things like that.

Reading about Beuys is interesting and inspiring. There was a picture of him in the book in the Study Room at the same age as I am currently. He look young, boyish even. Comforting.

Poor lad was a divebomber in WWI. His plane crashed in Crimea. Tartars found him and saved him by wrapping him in felt and fat.

Almost makes me wanna create a short film re-enacting these events.

Anyway, looking at the timeline of his life was encouraging. For very personal reasons.

Thanks to Greg Dulli/The Twilight Singers for helping me care about rock and roll again. Oh and the new DDolls record. Some good stuff in there. Makes me feel powerful and pissed off:)

Delilah. Wow. Christ. Hits wicked close to home. For other chicks I know too.

I lived through 6.6.06, and so did you if you're reading this:)

The most evil thing that happened to me yesterday was that I saw a devil duck (a kind of rubber duck I covet) in the back of a Volvo station wagon. It was perched just inside the back window, which was very broken and wide open. It was within reach, but I felt like it was a test so I was a good girl.

Now grandpa gimme some candy!

Did some work with the glue gun and bone folder. Cynthia taught me how to work. Just do and worry about the mess later. Sometimes my tidyness slows me down.

Attacked By a Muse

Phone ringing at strange times. New friends trying to turn me on.

So much awesome news in the paper today, even though it was the Sunday Globe, and it's Monday. Sometimes they get it right and today was one of those times.

It figures, whenever I take something to read (like Factory made) the paper tempts and informs me...

Item 1:
Intellectual Property Law - Ties right into something I read in TapeOp. An article on face value - like how Marilyn Monroe's estate must be consulted and approve should her image or anything even simulating it be used for a commercial purpose.

Great quote from Marilyn: "In Hollywood they'll give you $1,000 for a kiss but only 50 cents for your soul."

God, with something like this in the paper and on the public consciousness, could it be that we are not in a Dark Age after all?

Item 2:
Grace Zabriskie - Yeah, she's in that show Big Love. Granted the singular episode I saw didn't feature her, and I didn't like it enough to even watch one whole show...Anyway, she's a Lynch fave and that makes her OK by me. Wonderful interview with her in the Globe. She mentions deciding against plastic surgery 15 years ago 'cause somebody gotta look like they're really aging. So she gets cast. I totally respect that. She realized how futile it is for a gal to fight aging, so she works with it and it gets her work.

AGING SO MUCH ON MY MIND.

Cheers to a time of new people, projects, and possibilities.