Holy Fucking Mother of PIP!

This lady showed up for me last night at the Tori concert:

and can I just say Holy Fucking Mother! She was the one Doll that I really wanted to see and it being the Vic Theater, I knew for sure she was coming! This is a wonderful photo Bullocks Troy took of this amazing, angry, confident, Babe In Total Control of Herself while performing - with the BAND - and PROPS!! - the song Me and A Gun. That's right ladies and gents, Ms. Pip sang the famous song from Little Earthquakes, that I SWEAR I read she was never going to sing again. To say that I feel blessed to have been at this show is an UNDERSTATEMENT. Honored. ?? There just aren't words. I told a friend that if I never see her live again, I can die happy. But that isn't really a truth. I will always go see my lady because if she wants to play for me, I will gladly, happily listen. I thank you, Ms. Tori for giving me your talent, your art, your music and your best as always!

My Lady

So this past weekend, I drove my own damn self to another STATE to see my lady, Ms. Tori Amos. It was so WORTH IT!!! I am a virgin driver, having only gotten my license this past April so this was quite the road trip for me...but it really had to be done and what better excuse than to see my favorite artist?

This wonderful girl appeared for me that night:

Clyde.

She is pretty fierce for such shy girl. I liked her very much. There were lots of girls from the first record (well, technically the second, but I mean the first REAL record, and I bet Ms. Amos would agree), and it was SO great to hear them!! I missed them and I didn't even know I missed them, which made the night very bittersweet. But more sweet than bitter, as always. Tonight, I'm hoping for Isabel. Then Pip tomorrow. That would be my ideal, but whoever feels like expressing herself tonight, I will be happy to see them. Tori has this amazing gift to play just for me, and every single member of the audience can say the same thing. Lovely. Thank you!

Unconscious Life

I'm constantly amazed at how many people live an unconscious life. How can they? How can they wake up every morning and not know WHY they are getting out of bed? Granted, having to pee is what gets me out of bed ususally, but I mean WHY on a philosophical scale.

I have been asking "Why?" since I was about 2. People ususally don't believe me when I say that, but it's true. My first memory is from when I was 2, when Elvis died. I remember asking my mom how Elvis could be on TV if he had died. Apparently the concept of death, not hard for me, but the concept of VIDEO seemed to elude me. Go figure. But I swear that was the same time I became introspective. I started thinking about life and death and I learned death was a bad thing. Although now I don't feel that way. I remember once when I was 9 I realized that I was living in my body. I could separate me from my body. I remember thinking, I'm in this body and other people are in their bodies. Like some alien inhabiting a host form or something. Who thinks about this shit when they are NINE?? Me, I guess.

So now at 32/33/30something it amazes me that some folks can walk around completely unaware of their own existence. Unaware of how their energy affects the world, unaware of how every thought and action has consequences for everyone. Just plain unaware.

Not Crazy, and Very Sexy

This lady, Kris Carr, is one of the most amazing ladies I have ever encountered. We should all know her, know her mission and know her truth. I mean, doesn't her spirit and energy come through in this photo? It is so rare to find someone like this.....





I saw her on an episode of Oprah this week, along with this man, Randy Pausch. It was supposed to be an episode on dying, but it was really an episode on living. Kris isn't dying any more than we are all dying, but she is LIVING. They are both living in a way that I know is possible, but can't quite seem to get to. And I don't want some fatal disease to jolt me into action. I think I WILL take that pilates class that I wanted to take. I WILL do that yoga that I want to do when I get home from my day at a desk. And I will MAKE ART. That has been on my list for ages now and although this is a form of my art, its not my main art. I'm visual. I'm documenting. I'm making still moments. That is my real art. So now I'm thinking that idea of having a creative board in my dining room isn't so crazy after all. It's downright SEXY.

THOSE days

I hate this expression sometimes, but this is one of THOSE days. Like everyone was just in my way today, and it might be the hormones, it might be the retrograde, it might just be me, but dang, it was EVERYWHERE. The bus is almost empty and you choose to sit HERE? Why? I avoid a car, that is trying to avoid me, so we don't end up avoiding eachother at all. Why? Its been like when you are walking down the street and someone is walking towards you and you both move to the left to avoid eachother, and then the right, left, right, left, BAH! One of THOSE days. Sigh.

I mean, Whats a Girl To Do??

Fall

So the vaca was super fun;


Just to prove I was there, you know.
But now fall is here and oh how I love my fall. I realize its all a hormonal thing but still fall is the most energy saturated time for me. The equinox, Halloween. It is MY time. The faery time. The spirit time. Lets see if motivation is hiding here...
The Mercury retrograde thing is gonna mess things up, but big I fear. But September was calmer than normal I think. Maybe because its still fucking 80 degrees out there, I mean OCTOBER people. I'm just saying.
And then there is this lady who I will see in just a few short (!) weeks! How very excited am I? Very. Can't wait to meet the dolls, especially Pip, she is musically my favorite, but I am most like Isabel, documenting. I'm obsessed with documenting. But lately I have found that I cannot document what I am looking to document. The moment cannot be documented, only an image of it. It's just not fair.