I played at Mo's again last night...This time it was for singer/songwriter night. The battery in my guitar: DEAD AGAIN. I had to stop the song so that my new found friend Trenton McIan (very talented SLC songwriter guy) could set me up on his very expensive guitar. BUT an amazing thing happened...I WAS not nervous even after a little debacle! I played decently, nobody booed and Terrence Hansen who hosts the singer/songwriter night invited me to come play as his "intermission" act during one of his regular Thursday night gigs. I was elated...and kind of perplexed.
It's taken me over 3 years to get out there and play and now that things seem to be picking up, I'm left wondering how much time I should really spend doing this. It's heady. And fun. And easy to get very sucked up. I want to be a rock star (or alt/country/folk star as the case may be...especially since someone said that I look like a Dixie Chick in my publicity photos! WAH WAH!) It has been my contention since day one of my "enlightened performer" days post mission, that I have to be careful about how much energy I put into being on stage. There is real work to do. I've got homeless people to feed, children to save and relief society visits every thursday night. Where exactly does self-gratification and crowd adulation fit into the plan of salvation for me?
Obviously, I'm taking this to an extreme. I'm a balanced person with a healthy sense of fun and wacky mayhem...but we've all seen fame rear its ugly head in the form of Paris Hilton and other B list celebrities who have no day job and just spend their time in pursuit of fame. I just wonder at what cost? And how easily could that become me? ok, minus the thousands of dollars of plastic surgery and multi-million dollar hotel empire, probably not that easily...but it's a thought.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Tim Tam BAM!
Did you know that there are these cookies in Australia called Tim Tams? Did you know that people in Australia talk about them as though they are the equivalent of the ambrosia of the Gods? I finally got to try one and it WAS delightful. There is one problem that i can foresee with my new found love of Tim Tams...the caloric information is in metric. HOW WILL I EVER KNOW how many weight watchers points to count? I suppose if something is in metric we can just consider it "free", right? I asked adam to procure or invent some sort of converter for the metrically challenged. I don't do math and especially not for a cookie (I mean biscuit).
Thursday, June 15, 2006
I had a moment...it was just a moment
And in that moment, I wished that I was an introvert. This happens occasionally, kind of like a gag reflex right before I barf up way more information about my life than any normal passerby on the street should be privy to. It's like the car has started and when I'm just about to hit 200 mph, I think ...I wish I could slow down. Yeah.
Most recently, I have this fantasy: Instead of telling everyone everything about my relationship with Adam and the consequent regret that comes from inadequately communicating how I feel about him and our situation...I quietly take a second job, earn 2000 dollars quickly and quietly and quietly fly to australia to see if we quietly work out. But the truth is that nothing about me is quiet. I throw parties to announce to the world that I am taking a risk. I do it big. I say it loud and hope that I can handle any bad PR when it's all said and done. Am I an optimist because I am an extrovert or am I an extrovert because I am an optimist?
I guess it's very common to wish you were something other than what you are but that's not really the point of this blog. I like me. And on most occasions, I don't even hate that I am that girl who runs around with marshmallows stuck to her chin and chocolate on her teeth at Sarah's party saying "I just want to be loved!!!" It's the same part of my personality that makes me fall in love easily and truly and deeply. It's the same part of my personality that makes me magic. It's so deeply a part of my subconscious now that my only wish is for a little more forethought. And now, I have to go practice for the BYOIB.
OH and PS!!! Adam is going to call and thank everyone for donating to the cause. I adore him and his willingness to be a part of my madcap extroverted adventures. How does a girl get this lucky?
Most recently, I have this fantasy: Instead of telling everyone everything about my relationship with Adam and the consequent regret that comes from inadequately communicating how I feel about him and our situation...I quietly take a second job, earn 2000 dollars quickly and quietly and quietly fly to australia to see if we quietly work out. But the truth is that nothing about me is quiet. I throw parties to announce to the world that I am taking a risk. I do it big. I say it loud and hope that I can handle any bad PR when it's all said and done. Am I an optimist because I am an extrovert or am I an extrovert because I am an optimist?
I guess it's very common to wish you were something other than what you are but that's not really the point of this blog. I like me. And on most occasions, I don't even hate that I am that girl who runs around with marshmallows stuck to her chin and chocolate on her teeth at Sarah's party saying "I just want to be loved!!!" It's the same part of my personality that makes me fall in love easily and truly and deeply. It's the same part of my personality that makes me magic. It's so deeply a part of my subconscious now that my only wish is for a little more forethought. And now, I have to go practice for the BYOIB.
OH and PS!!! Adam is going to call and thank everyone for donating to the cause. I adore him and his willingness to be a part of my madcap extroverted adventures. How does a girl get this lucky?
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
FAQ's about Adam, Australia and the BYOIB benefit concert this saturday 6/17
FAQ's
What is the BYOIB Benefit Concert?
A benefit to benefit ME! I'm going to Australia and I need to raise money. It was either this or a cardboard sign outside of Temple Square.
Why are you going to Australia?
I'm going to Australia for a delightful adventure. Ok, I'm also going to see my internet boyfriend, Adam Bevan.
So you really are going to Australia, and you really are going just to meet a guy?
Yes, and well, yes. I got over being embarrassed about this whole thing a while ago. I mean, if you boys would have asked me out on one of those proper dates during one of our Sunday School dates, then maybe I wouldn't be driven into the arms of a foreign man on a completely different continent. As it is, I will gladly trade Matchbox 20 for Men at Work and Inxs (with or without michael hutchins, thank you) and I've never been outside the continental US. AND I'M OLD! don't you think it's about time?
Where in Australia does this Adam Bevan live?
Adelaide. It's in the southern middle of the country in a state called South Australia (no one ever said they were creative). It's a smallish city about the size of Salt Lake but with a lot more sass.
Does Adam have a hot Australian accent?
UH< OF COURSE! and he calls ME a foreigner!!!! isn't that adorable? He says things like "people mover" instead of van and "I'm going to chop you up and put you in the basement with the others" instead of "I think you're really cute."
OH MY GOODNESS...Will he really chop you up and put you in the basement?
I don't really know! But my theory is that the guy I meet at the Munch and Mingle could be an axe murderer too...a tie means NOTHING. I guess we'll see when I get to the shores of a completely strange country to meet a complete stranger. Don't worry, I've been running at the gym. I'm getting much faster.
What do you like about Adam?
oh sigh. Everything. Here is a short list of his very best qualities:
Funny, like laugh out loud, pee your pants, bantery funny
dramatic and silly (in a good funny good way)
tells stories!!!!!
brilliant in traditional and unconventional ways
spiritual AND committed to the gospel (I mean, he took himself to church from the age of 13, people!)
imperfect and willing to admit it
risk taker and poet and musician and individualist and vegetarian and hipster and people lover and believer and optimist and fighter and father and
OH OH.AND....he likes me!
Do you talk on the phone?
Every day! sometimes twice. Best part of the day.
What if you don't have any chemistry in person?????
Good question!!!! It's entirely possible. Luckily, I think I could have chemistry with a potato and adam is definitely much cooler than a potato. We are both aware that there could be no chemistry. It's a risk worth taking. And hello, did I mention the part about how I get to go to Australia?????
What are you wearing right now?
an eye patch and fishnets.
What is the BYOIB Benefit Concert?
A benefit to benefit ME! I'm going to Australia and I need to raise money. It was either this or a cardboard sign outside of Temple Square.
Why are you going to Australia?
I'm going to Australia for a delightful adventure. Ok, I'm also going to see my internet boyfriend, Adam Bevan.
So you really are going to Australia, and you really are going just to meet a guy?
Yes, and well, yes. I got over being embarrassed about this whole thing a while ago. I mean, if you boys would have asked me out on one of those proper dates during one of our Sunday School dates, then maybe I wouldn't be driven into the arms of a foreign man on a completely different continent. As it is, I will gladly trade Matchbox 20 for Men at Work and Inxs (with or without michael hutchins, thank you) and I've never been outside the continental US. AND I'M OLD! don't you think it's about time?
Where in Australia does this Adam Bevan live?
Adelaide. It's in the southern middle of the country in a state called South Australia (no one ever said they were creative). It's a smallish city about the size of Salt Lake but with a lot more sass.
Does Adam have a hot Australian accent?
UH< OF COURSE! and he calls ME a foreigner!!!! isn't that adorable? He says things like "people mover" instead of van and "I'm going to chop you up and put you in the basement with the others" instead of "I think you're really cute."
OH MY GOODNESS...Will he really chop you up and put you in the basement?
I don't really know! But my theory is that the guy I meet at the Munch and Mingle could be an axe murderer too...a tie means NOTHING. I guess we'll see when I get to the shores of a completely strange country to meet a complete stranger. Don't worry, I've been running at the gym. I'm getting much faster.
What do you like about Adam?
oh sigh. Everything. Here is a short list of his very best qualities:
Funny, like laugh out loud, pee your pants, bantery funny
dramatic and silly (in a good funny good way)
tells stories!!!!!
brilliant in traditional and unconventional ways
spiritual AND committed to the gospel (I mean, he took himself to church from the age of 13, people!)
imperfect and willing to admit it
risk taker and poet and musician and individualist and vegetarian and hipster and people lover and believer and optimist and fighter and father and
OH OH.AND....he likes me!
Do you talk on the phone?
Every day! sometimes twice. Best part of the day.
What if you don't have any chemistry in person?????
Good question!!!! It's entirely possible. Luckily, I think I could have chemistry with a potato and adam is definitely much cooler than a potato. We are both aware that there could be no chemistry. It's a risk worth taking. And hello, did I mention the part about how I get to go to Australia?????
What are you wearing right now?
an eye patch and fishnets.
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