Gene Simmons is very well-spoken.


I wore a dress this weekend.


Certain chord changes make me mourn in a nanosecond.


i love food and like to eat with my fingers.


why does every rock star pronounce you as "yo" ? (it started with alanis i think)

i'm now sitting at the phoenix airport. the above meanderings were from my hollywood apartment. think i'm getting the hang of this complete removal of privacy thing.

for those of you who are my myspace friends, my beautiful friends who say "hey! i didn't know you had a gig, why didn't you tell me!" I'll say this: pretty please get on the mailing list. (with love).

I mean, we all love this space out here. But the bulletins are obviously best used for the WHORING TRAINS!!! . I do post show info there, but it's tough for people to weed thru all that stuff.
Scrolling thru 146 pages to be reminded that someone I totally dig is visiting LA on the very day I'm playing at hotel cafe...well it's just too much for a girl.
AND while I have my hands on the high hips...
If I ask you for your myspace email address so that I can put you in my top page...are there people who don't get that it makes it much easier to find someone in their friends list? I love the community with other artists (especially new LA pals). But when i ask them for that one piece of info- so that I can put them in my top page (Where they will win Millions of Dollars, Worldwide Acclaim, and a chance to board the whoring trains!!)- aside from the blank look i can see from HERE, you'd think i was asking for their DNA.
Really, I don't want your DNA. If I happen to get some of it, I hope it's because I know you pretty well. Otherwise, I'm just trying not to scroll thru 4200 friends in order to find you. Beautiful you. Wait til I have a million friends. Then I'll really be in a tizzy.


(breathing)
yes, this phoenix airport is making me scrappy.
Today, I just want 10, 000 friends. Yes I do. I want them all to be here with me at the airport, and then I'd do a concert, just like the Southwest guy just did at gate D6, singing and playing to thunderous applause from Groups A to C.

I'm on my way to Texas.

Oh! now I was going to mention something else about the mailing list.
Here's the thing-
if you were on it, you'd get to know me, and see that i'm quite philosophical.
Here's a snippet for the one that just went out in LA:

"You know the saying- when one window closes, a door opens and there is a penguin."

C'mon! You can't BUY that kind of mystical rumination.

I'm very behind in all other communications-
I was going to email Texas people to tell them I was coming, but I suspect they know.
They have that extra sense that makes them stay one step ahead of the law.
The Fuzz. The Heat. Breaker Breaker.
You got yer ears on?

I'm taking my brand new Taylor Guitar with me (right now named Miss Tizzy, for Miss Lizzy, for Elizabeth..Taylor. It's not a done deal.)

I'll be adding to this very deep collection of thoughts soon.
But for now-
peace/out/