As I write this, I'm sick. So I may ramble here. And thinking about all the shit that happened this past week, it's no big wonder. Okay, here's the first crazy thing that we did: we played at a hospital halloween party for terminally ill people. The guy's house (who has the goats) that we'd been staying at in upstate New York founded an organization that brings music and arts to people who don't normally get to go out and see these things. We went to his enormous loft /office in Soho and it doubles as a gallery of artwork made by crazies. I'm sorry, that was direspectful. But this art really was crazy. And rad. So maybe artists are really just crazy people. Anyway, this guy is obviously the most amazing guy ever and naturally we wanted to be a part of his world. So this was the gig they gave us (the next tour we're going to Rikers island--I kid you not). In highschool we did this kind of thing with our theater and chorus and stuff, and I remember back then we would all cry and hug when it was done. I don't know if it's because I've spent a more significant amount of time in hospitals since then or what, but I didn't cry. I still felt very sad though. Also, because it was a halloween party, everybody was dressed up (there was even a costume parade), so it felt a little surreal. I guess here's where I should say something profound and life affirmimg, but I won't.
Instead I'll talk about material things and back track a little to a few days before when Jared took the van up to Boston for a night to watch Nora row in a big race. Cut to waking up the next morning and Ben saying, "Did you guys talk to Jared? The van's either been stolen or towed." My stomach has only dropped like that a couple of times in my life. I don't know how to explain the importance of what's in that van. After the intitial shock, we talked to Jared who was babbling like a hysterical woman and not making much sense, and who'd been up all night calling police stations and tow companies, but no one had our van. And there were no street signs anywhere to indicate whether the van would have been towed. So we started calling every tow company in Boston, and Ben, (who might I add has the golden angel of good fortune following him around) had a tow company on the phone within fifteen minutes who had our van. (Jared had talked to this place twice and they said they didn't have it). So we all wiped our brow and jumped for joy.

Cut to a few days later and I'm patting myself on the back for the great parking spot only two blocks from our apartment. The next morning I'm sleeping and Joachim comes in with the color drained from his face and says, "The van's been broken into and I don't know what's been stolen." So I try not to freak out and run downstairs as fast as possible and when I get there, Joachim and Jared say gently, "The only thing they took was your moog. And your roland". The moog and the roland are my keytars. Yes, they took not just one but BOTH of my keytars. But I knew it could have been so so much worse so I only cried a little and we called the cops.
The cops came pretty quickly and lifted my spirits. They were young and cute and had guns. One guy looked just like Marky Mark in "The Departed" (which was so fucking good and the best way to spend a day off). You know, I think I have a thing for cops. A little while back, my brother got in a car accident (he was fine), and I went to rescue him. There were two really cute, really young cops on the scene there as well, and I just couldn't help myself so I began unabashedly hitting on these guys. Even my brother remarked that he'd never seen me do that because, well, I always have this boyfriend. So naturally I told them I was in a band (because guys love that) and I gave them a cd, and I told them I'd put them on a list for our show the following night. But sadly, Officer Tom was a no show.
Anyway, back to the New York cops. I was really upset the whole time that I was in my pijamas and a parka with my ugly hair flying all over the place, so I couldn't really make the best of the situation. I also have to give a big kudos to the NYPD because they called the ECT (Evidence Collection Team) who came right away, and they did an extremely thorough dusting job and everything. In L.A. when my grandmother's beautiful 1969 Mercedes convertible that I used to drive got every part stolen off of it in my carport, the cops came, had me fill out a form, and said they were sorry and that there was nothing they could do. These New York honeys were also really nice, and what makes this story awesome is Officer Hanan who handled our case myspaced us so naturally we are putting him in our top 24.
That day we tried to find a replacement keyboard for me--we had a show in Syracuse that night, and amazingly we did. And this is not an easy keyboard to find. I googled moog for an hour and then Jared swooped in and googled "moog liberation for sale" and he found one! It is being shipped from Atlanta as we speak. And, if the guy isn't a liar, it's in even better condition that my old one though I'm sad that my little baby is gone. So if you guys see a moog liberation pop up in a pawn shop, or ebay, or craig's list (the side of the power supply is missing--ha ha I still have it, and the power cord which is very hard to find is missing as well because ha ha I still have that too), let me know, okay guys?
Love,
Juliette



THE VIEW FROM OUR AMAZING APARTMENT IN NYC
THIS IS BETH AND JARED (THEY USED TO ROCK IN COLLEGE)

WE PLAYED WITH THIS REALLY REALLY AWESOME BAND FROM MILWAUKEE CALLED FEVER MARLENE. THE SINGER EVEN USED MOOG FOOT PEDALS LIKE OLD SCHOOL JARED STYLES

NOUS NON PLUS THREW US A WINE TASTING PARTY AT CELINE DIJON'S BEAUTIFUL HOUSE. JAR--YOU ARE AMAZING AND VERY KNOWLEGABLE


CELINE DIJON OF NOUS NON PLUS

NOUS NON PLUS ARE SO CRAZY THAT THEY SANG US ALL OF OUR SONGS


SEE ALL THE WINE?

PLAYING AT THE HOSPITAL HALLOWEEN PARTY


THIS WAS THE AUDIENCE. THEY ROCKED HARDER THAN A LOT OF AUDIENCES WE'VE PLAYED FOR

OUR POOR POOR VAN

HOT COPS DOING THEIR MANLY JOBS

I KNOW THIS LOOKS LIKE BAD HIGHSCHOOL PHOTOGRAPHY BUT I JUST COULDN'T HELP MYSELF--I THOUGHT IT LOOKED SO "UNFAITHFUL" (YOU KNOW, THE MOVIE)