i love the way amanda writes
why can't i sound like her? she writes the way that i think.
i sound a lot smarter in my head.
anyway, these are my aggitated thoughts for the day.
there are things i could say that would give whoever reads this (me) a better understanding of where i'm coming from. maybe i'll just reveal myself bit by bit. isn't that the point anyway?
when you are in the spotlight (no matter how big or small that spotlight is) there is someone telling you what to wear, what to say, what to do, how to wear your hair, who to talk to, who to not piss off, what not to drink, etc. And there are also people asking the whys. Why did you wear that? Why do you twirl your hair? Why do you sing that way? Why are you in a cover band and not an original one?
.................................................
ok, the weekend is over and here's a new stupid question of the day. After playing pink floyd's "another brick in the wall", where the main focus is on paul and his rad guitar solo, this guy comes up to me to tell me that the song didn't play to my strong point. DUH!!!!!! it's not my fucking song to sing. this band is not all about me, and i need a break every now and then, you douche bag. another girl came up and asked me if she could audition for the band. who does that? do you go up to the white stripes and ask if you can join their band? no. and it's no different for any other band. we worked hard to get where we are, and you're not going to jump on our wagon for a ride.
well let's see....what other negative things from last night can i focus on. :)...i'm getting to the good part.
the rest of the night was fantastic. i'm in love with my red frilly can-can bloomers. they're fun to wear underneath loose-fitting dresses and then flirt with the hem of my dress. i think a lot of people get a kick out of it. that's the point anyway. i look younger than i am, and probably always will, and so why try to look older than i am? i'll play to my strengths and dress like a doll. why not? it's fun. i'm too stubby to be anything else.
we had a professional photographer and a professional video guy (is that what they're called?) and so we were all showing off and pushing all this energy on them. it's not hard when the crowd is as crazy as it was last night. we had chanting italians screaming, "CAN I TOUCH IT? CAN I KISS IT?". no. we had head bangers. we had crazy, sped-up moshers. we had girls that couldn't have been older than 14 (who is letting them in????? big illegal no-no) who were singing their heads off. we had our regulars. and we had an over-stuffed gay man in a business suit who kept begging for violent femmes, and who was my private dancer for half the show.
this crowd was ours. the place was packed and then all of a sudden cleared out. later we found out that a girl had a seizure on the dance floor and it caused a huge commotion. i can't believe i missed that. i hope she's ok. i can't imagine what it's like to have epilepsy. it must be very difficult. that girl was probably having a really good time and her mind wasn't on any worry, and then without warning, she's down. it's not fair.
my mother is driving through town today, on her way from the mountains to the beach, and we are having our regular mother/daughter lunch. every girl needs a mom like this. she's a very good mommy who takes care of me when i need it.
bryan and i are meeting on tuesday to sign papers and contracts and fun stuff like that. things are getting going. getting going going going.
i hope i don't slip.
i sound a lot smarter in my head.
anyway, these are my aggitated thoughts for the day.
there are things i could say that would give whoever reads this (me) a better understanding of where i'm coming from. maybe i'll just reveal myself bit by bit. isn't that the point anyway?
when you are in the spotlight (no matter how big or small that spotlight is) there is someone telling you what to wear, what to say, what to do, how to wear your hair, who to talk to, who to not piss off, what not to drink, etc. And there are also people asking the whys. Why did you wear that? Why do you twirl your hair? Why do you sing that way? Why are you in a cover band and not an original one?
.................................................
ok, the weekend is over and here's a new stupid question of the day. After playing pink floyd's "another brick in the wall", where the main focus is on paul and his rad guitar solo, this guy comes up to me to tell me that the song didn't play to my strong point. DUH!!!!!! it's not my fucking song to sing. this band is not all about me, and i need a break every now and then, you douche bag. another girl came up and asked me if she could audition for the band. who does that? do you go up to the white stripes and ask if you can join their band? no. and it's no different for any other band. we worked hard to get where we are, and you're not going to jump on our wagon for a ride.
well let's see....what other negative things from last night can i focus on. :)...i'm getting to the good part.
the rest of the night was fantastic. i'm in love with my red frilly can-can bloomers. they're fun to wear underneath loose-fitting dresses and then flirt with the hem of my dress. i think a lot of people get a kick out of it. that's the point anyway. i look younger than i am, and probably always will, and so why try to look older than i am? i'll play to my strengths and dress like a doll. why not? it's fun. i'm too stubby to be anything else.
we had a professional photographer and a professional video guy (is that what they're called?) and so we were all showing off and pushing all this energy on them. it's not hard when the crowd is as crazy as it was last night. we had chanting italians screaming, "CAN I TOUCH IT? CAN I KISS IT?". no. we had head bangers. we had crazy, sped-up moshers. we had girls that couldn't have been older than 14 (who is letting them in????? big illegal no-no) who were singing their heads off. we had our regulars. and we had an over-stuffed gay man in a business suit who kept begging for violent femmes, and who was my private dancer for half the show.
this crowd was ours. the place was packed and then all of a sudden cleared out. later we found out that a girl had a seizure on the dance floor and it caused a huge commotion. i can't believe i missed that. i hope she's ok. i can't imagine what it's like to have epilepsy. it must be very difficult. that girl was probably having a really good time and her mind wasn't on any worry, and then without warning, she's down. it's not fair.
my mother is driving through town today, on her way from the mountains to the beach, and we are having our regular mother/daughter lunch. every girl needs a mom like this. she's a very good mommy who takes care of me when i need it.
bryan and i are meeting on tuesday to sign papers and contracts and fun stuff like that. things are getting going. getting going going going.
i hope i don't slip.
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