So I want a green guitar (the green color somehow justifying the exorbitant purchase).  If you have talked with me about anything for more than 15 minutes you may know that it is extremely difficult for me to spend more than $40 on anything, even if it's a prosthetic arm for a dear friend (that situation has not come up, but you get the point).  I just feel too much guilt and anxiety.  I can finger pick Stevie Nicks songs and dag nab it, I think you guys deserve a more exciting solo show!  So rather than relying on the amazing multi-instrumentalist Joe to embellish the tunes by switching instruments every other song, I prefer to switch it up myself and write a new thing or two while I'm at it.

In highschool I didn't have many close friends- too codependent on a boyfriend to make myself vulnerable enough to earn the trust and companionship of women.  For some reason I spent my money on coats that I would never wear.  I bought floor length suede coats, adored them, and never set foot outside in them.  I'm selling them on craigslist now because I will bring a green guitar outside and everywhere I go. 

I forgot to tell you but I missed the last Blake's open mic because I had to load my piano there and move it from its double parked position.  While I parked the sign up list went through the roof and my dayjob wouldn't allow for my playing to 2 people at 1:30am.  So yeah, a guitar would help things.

I was actually so mad about having put the work in to bring it that I went home without seeing my good friend Steve Laciak's feature.  I ran into him in the sunlight of a late afternoon the next day and tried to have a friendly convo as I slowly realized that he had just featured and I had just missed it for no good reason at all.

One of the coats is already gone.  Nice woman in New York bought it, presumably to be Penny Lane from "Almost Famous" for Halloween.  I could have done that but the arms on that one are way too short for me now.

Oh, and by the way, the highschool thing?  Yeah I joined a sorority at UCLA and soon learned just how to make friends in and out of the grand house on Hilgarde Avenue.  Strangely enough, my best girlfriends come from this period of time and many weren't even from the house.  I played piano in that house every day, never thinking a music career would grip me.  My friend Becca says I act easily on whims; like you could drop me in the middle of a new country (which I've done) and I'd be fine.  She's right.  Love the work.

Ever showed up early to an open mic and went to park, only to miss sign ups?

Anybody else want a suede coat in black or beige, floor or waist length?  Got a green guitar?  Wonder why women almost have to one down each other to communicate sometimes?  Actually it's not really one down- it's more abuot voicing vulnerability to constantly validate mutual experience.  Good times.

Thanks for listening and talk to you soon.