Considering Cleansing

• Lemons (60-100)
• Maple Syrup (grade B)
• Cayenne Pepper
• Herbal Laxatives
• Sea Salt

Take herbal laxative the night before you start. (tablet or tea). Must be taken every night (or the saltwater rinse) of the cleanse. Morning of Day 1 either take the herbal laxative again or use salt water bath. (2 teaspoons of non-iodized sea salt to one quart of warm water). Drink 6-12 glasses of Lemonade a day. 

Lemonade: 

• Place 2 tablespoons of freshly squeezed lemon juice into a glass
• Add 2 tablespoons of maple syrup
• Add 1/8 teaspoon of cayenne powder
• Fill the glass with 8 ounces of water

About them Apples

I’m forcing myself to get up and be better. I’m shaking off the evil un-pixie dust, I’m going back to square healthy. I will not eat crap late at night anymore just to make myself feel like I’m rewarding my victory for getting through a long hard day. I will not drink soda. (I mean like seriously what the hell could have started this?) I will go back to drinking amounts of water daily which get quizzical looks mixed with admiration from people who ‘don’t drink water.’ I will try and drink at least two cups of green tea a day, because last night I went to bed feeling much better about myself after having done so. And to start this new page off write, I’m headlining it with a calligraphy move of sorts. I read about detox diets and the easiest one is the apple cleansing diet. For three days, apples will become my main food of consumption. Along with green tea and water. Lots of all of the above. Here’s to that, you big old Funk- I’m tossing you out of here with both arms and possibly even three kicks with both feet….Cuz I’m ready to restart on a good Foot. and good Food.

1st Aid

Drama Drama Drama.

It follows me everywhere, though when I step back and sip tea I realize I’m decidedly alone as soon as I walk away from all the action in the Drama I encounter outside. The winery is only three months old, and the crew of employees are even younger in the sense of our knowing each-other, and yet people have already left, people have already been fired, and more than one pair have slept together. So it seems that wine and cheese or wine and music are not the only thing fated to be drawn together inside the 25,000 square feet one block north of Soho. I work hard in general in life. I am aware of problems in situations and with people, and rush to their Aid First. But in romance I think of, but don’t Act. And I think too late, at that. But maybe it’s my blessing in disguise. Instead of getting wrapped up in situations, I get to marvel at everyone else’s, be their conscious, be their guide, help write the Script, play a supporting Role. And walk home alone, out of the Scene before some haunted Director shouts out ‘Cut!’ But right here in this moment of reflection of past and present, I wish I was the one walking the tightrope, even with the fear of the fall, because then at least my aches and pains would be for me, myself, and I. And perhaps someone would even come to my aid.

Pitifully Absent. Here is too Pitiful.

My lack of energy is really a symptom of too much energy. I work myself thin but still I need to run and sweat and feel endorphins. So these past few weeks of commuting after working doubles has created lots of trouble. Back and forth and Forth and back. And I’m scaring myself. I mix up reality and dreams, I half read messages and forget to respond, and my real life has gotten shelved for barrels. Today is mostly passed. And tomorrow needs to happen, but I need to provoke it so. My self pity and tired spirit needs to be recognized as merely the absence of possibilities grabbed with the energy boiling in between hidden creases.

Spring Cleaning

Good. How about you? 

This is what we have devolved to. Ha. I am in good enough spirits to laugh this off.

I ran into Mr. Benjamin on Hope Street where we all used to frolic and he gave me a pink pill that makes food taste extraordinary for ten minutes after. I am saving it for when I can appreciate that. Walter’s had an awesome vibe and I let my giddy postworkday ness squirt off in the dim lit friendly atmosphere with Amber, Joey, and Luke. She and some Others off to SXSW while I remain in NXNE…

Last week was a whirl of Lucky Ones and their art that makes them lucky. He did come back and drink some  during Ingrid’s brilliant captivating set. She puts on funky glasses and flirts with a whole room of people who want to hold her hand and run around and be her best friend forever. Because she’s funny and cute and knows how to tell stories and sing songs that make you feel like you’re the only one hearing the secret. Miss Moss is no side-woman, she is the star of her own show and must know it and be known for it. Bess and Chris are cute as buttons with the most solid talent holding their incredible personalities and musical abilities in place. What a show, what a show. I made sure to run about and create connections to further the negative degree of separation between all in the music world. Rosie and Glen and Allie and Bess and Chris and Ingrid and Regina. Oh my. Whatever the stars have done to align themselves so I am aligned with such amazing figures, it’s beautiful.

There was a newborn perfect baby and a beautiful old dog at the Living Room, and the Beautiful One and I got to talking finally. Walls come crashing down doesn’t always mean destruction. Sometimes it’s a catharsis, and getting over it.  Sometimes removing part of the equation which unites people in the scene creates a possibility for friendship. I see so much of myself in her, and I hope I can hold on to it and grow with the same genre of the Tale. Oh and Mr. First, Thanks for putting in a good word with the Boss. Things happen for a reason and just the thought of it made me feel so honored.

Here is my shout-out to the perfect tour…come find me, please.

Once…Stars & Stipe…REM with very little Sleep

I can’t believe I gave him my clock in/clock out time stub instead of the piece of yellow notebook paper torn out with Max the Girl and my phone number scribbled on it. I realized so this morning when I found my own number in my pocket. Jeez. Of course. I always get it 3/4 percent. But he did say we had an instant attraction and that he wants to see me again…so after Jimmy Fallon today maybe he’ll show up. Because after all, our tidbits of drunken chatting were really intriguing and fun even amongst the drunk after party with all the Stars. And Stipe. Haha. I think I’m funny. Bess and Allie and Chris were there and it was so nice to have a bit of Home at Work. Ingrid thinks I’m tiny and I saved her jacket from the barrel room so maybe tonight she will remember me. Josh showed up for Rachel and it was awesome to see him but it was like a pleasant ghost from my past that I wish would become part of my friendly present. Who knows maybe with the teasing blasts of spring air, all those folks will come back into my life for another summer fling? But I’m happy to say I’m happy right now. I told Michael that it made moments like that worth bringing up the Baby. The winery is just 2.5 months old, and already kinks are being worked out, and he is getting thank you’d by the Lucky Ones. Mim & Jakey are married for 2 months. We shared orgasmic wine and chocolate and spoke to Frank about his roasted pumpkin seeds. I love them. They are family. Today I’m grateful for last night, I’m hanging on hungover with ten fingers and ten toes to all the faces and all the fun. And I hope four o clock a.m. shuteye didn’t close the book on the poor fellow left with my hostess hours.

Still friends…of a different Genre

When I met you on the ancient city wall steps I’d never have imagined I’d actually catch you. Your smile made my heart do flip flops. We exchanged numbers and you were in my phone as Hot Matt. A few months later we slow danced to no music in the hotel lobby at the conference when everyone else was long asleep.  A few more months later, I got on that train to Syosset to see you just because I knew you were in the same state as me; it was one of the most spontaneous daring things I could have done that day. You picked me up in the pouring rain and the ride to the house was full of noisy questioning thoughts rattling my mind. And then we walked inside and within three minutes there was a loud boom and all the electricity for miles went out. It was like a message from fate telling us to do something. We experienced what should have been a scene out of a movie, and I will always have it in my favorites collection. We met again when you came on a business meeting and we spent another cinematic number of hours in that hotel. And that was all. We have a magnetic connection, and now you’re moving on and have chosen to make her your wife. I admire you for being able to put your foot down and do this with your life. Thanks for showing me all that. And you’re definitely welcome for memories you’ve now told me you’ll never forget. The end.

C’est La Tour, C’est L’avie.

I learned some lessons on tour. About taking things in stride, and I felt myself getting stronger from it. First of all, in the airport I totally had forgotten that my pocket-knife necklace which I had created from an antique pocket-knife I had fallen in love with in Williamsburg, was in fact a weapon. It was so early in the morning after no sleep and I thought my world would spontaneously combust when the lady told me there was nothing I could do. My luggage was already on the plane, there was noone who would take pity on me and keep it, and I had to just let it go. I DON’T just let go. Ever. I fight. But I had no choice, so I put it outside in a whole in the pavement and I know I will never see it again. 

Then, in St. Louis, I lost my wallet. Besides for losing my card for my identity: my license was also the primary asset I held for tour and it was gone with 100 bucks in cash and all my credit cards. (And the Pigs game notecard from Londonderry when I had gone with Amber and played with her and Austin for the first time and won). I panicked for about 5 minutes which is an age and a half shorter than the normal panic time I’d estimate if the same scenario had occurred while I was in normal un-tour life.  

C’est La Tour. C’est L’avie.

My Tale

I worked for 7 days in a row plus two nights during that time. And that was after 8 days of sleep deprived, long drives, and a musical tour. I felt fatigued, and now I finally slept until I woke up instead of when an artificial annoying sound startled me into morning (or lack there of) consciousness. Tour feels like ages ago, but I am still thriving on its memory and how much fun it was. I keep telling people that I will make my life as interesting and full of experiences as possible. I think I need to start making a list and attach it to my resume; of things that I have just done for the hell of it. Maybe the reason why people think I’m such an old soul with wise insights and advice is because I am so open to doing things and jumping on opportunities and putting myself out there. Most people my age just follow a route set out by the general public in society. That is why I get along so well with musicians and artists. Because they see the greatness of the world and the urgency of doing something they love. And they struggle for it, but they are truly living instead of following a strand of counted days being startled awake by artificial sound, dressing in clothes presenting an artificial image for ‘the man’, and slaving over the same pointless labor day after day. I am thankful for my life and the way it keeps tossing me curve balls of opportunities which I can catch and use to write my own tale and illustrate my own evolvement.

Rufus

So I exchanged some words with Rufus Wainwright, tended to his boyfriend, and made sure David Byrne’s father and brother did not have to march downstairs to coat-check. And I refused their tips. 

But clearly that doesn’t matter. His show was awesome. Blackout Sabbath made the winery look like a spacious heaven full of candles and no electricity. Their sound made me feel like I was finally living some moments in the 60’s and 70’s where I’m fairly certain part of my soul is forever buried in time. At one point the stage caught fire but the lady with the voice that could resurrect a dying spirit just sang “fire, fire” with no freaking out and it was all ok.