DMB from so long ago 

It's all about Jupiter One ... Next Performance is @ Pianos in Nyc Feb.7th 2005 http://www.pianosnyc.com/
 

It's all about Jupiter One ... Next Performance is @ Pianos in Nyc Feb.7th 2005 http://www.pianosnyc.com/ 

All about Toca Rivera, Jason Mraz & Steve Lillywhite
 

Kareoke Night @ Dillons Lounge 

It's all about Kareoke Night @ Dillons Lounge NYC 

It's all about KEANE 

Sunday

It's Sunday night. It's not too cold, actually the snow is beginning to melt in these parts. I've slept through the majority of the day due to not feeling well. Everywhere hurts. My stomach, head, just everywhere is in pain. I managed to hold down some food, but now the stomach is twisting in all kinds of directions.

I picked up my guitar earlier and couldn't get passed a few chords before keeling over in pain.. I know I'll regret this tomorrow when I'm feeling better, (If I'm feeling better that is)but I need to practice all I can before summer so I can finally start looking into the whole band thing..

So here I am, laid up in bed with the warmth of the laptop soothing my tummy.. I think I'll fall asleep again or think about hot guys.. Huh, which ever comes first...

think think think cuties... Chris Carrabba :)

Sleeping to dream

The day had seemed like a dream. I was floating most hours and forgot that I was actually awake.

I have days like this ( about three days out of the week) where I would answer my ringing phone and wondered to myself, " Did I call them, or did they call me". I was in a day dream perhaps and picked up the phone unaware that it was actually ringing in reality.

So it's way past midnight and you know what? It felt good staying indoors. It was blistering cold out and my little leather jacket just could not take the journey from the Bronx to Brooklyn or Manhattan tonight. The original plan was to meet up with my sis milly at her house, to watch sci-fi "night of premiers". Yes, I'm a big Stargate SG1 & Atlantis fan, but as I stepped out to smoke a cig, I felt the cold in all it's glory.. Oh no, it's nothing like the 50 something below Zero Minnesota was feeling this past week, but it was cold enough to keep my black ass in the house.

I miss Minnesota though. It was beautiful. Much slower paced and friendly. Camping out with my friends or Ice fishing on the lake. It's something out of a story book. I had moved there to concentrate on my studies (I was doing really terrible in NYC) and even though I had yearned to see New York again, I was hesitant once I left Minnesota. So hesitant that instead of driving to Nyc, I drove to Ft. Lauderdale. I stayed there two years.. Two horrible years..

Anyway, as I walk around indoors, it's frigid and grey. I said to myself.. "where the hell in Summer man?"

Caught Between Two Blogs

I've often wondered if anyone really reads this. As if my back ground pic wouldn't come close to the other Template savy users. I've chosen this 'NYC at night' backdrop as how I see the city, at night. And now that the weather is not so great, I walk the streets with my head burried in my scarf as I make my way to Dillons Lounge. I've become a regular 'Jane' there at night because my sister works her magic there. It's like Cheers really, where everyone knows my name and I can't seem to remember any of theirs. I took my bestfriend Abby there friday night for some good ole drinking.. Suffice to say that she got piss drunk by the end of the night, or was it the beginning of the morning? Hmmm. So, the night starts out with me sipping an 'Oatmeal Cookie' drink. Wow, was that bad boy strong. It was so strong that even an hour later, I was still sipping that same bloody drink. I sat there feeling the buzz, I was swept away feeling almost nostalgic of times when I was too drunk to realize where I was and how I came to be there. I've toned down much since the days of underage drinking and I had assumed that others around me had done the same. Not a chance. I periodically looked over at abby to she how she was doing. Her eyes were getting lower and lower. Yeah she was feeling it. Inside I was laughing, she honestly never tries to control herself when it comes to the pimp juice. Poor thing, I've been there done that and I've got the sneakers.

As the night went on, Rich came through with his buddy Mike from BAASTAN!! (Booo hahaha Cough!). I met Rich through my sister a couple weeks back. Rich is in love with sis, I think it's cute, more like puppy love, Aww. So, as I made jokes and toasted to new unions, I looked over at Mike and was in awe. He boasted very thick eye-brows neatly trimmed (No Unibrow for this cool cat)and a button down shirt that would make the ladies so Ooo. We chatted it up mike and I, but I was concerned about abby, was she feeling a bit lonely? No way.. Alan, who is a regular at Dillons Lounge, found his way over to her and was doing some heavy flirting. He's darling. A sweet guy for a sweet girl, you know?!. He made a comment to me about her. "I really like her, she's pretty" he said. I replied, "I know, isn't she?". So, I'm on the side bar with my new BAASTAN! friend Mike and we're rapping old skool raps to each other (not rapping as who has the best come on lines, but real old skool rhymes. They were playing A Tribe called Quest), I looked so amazed as we stepped to each other finishing the sentences of rhymes to Biggies 'Big Popa' that he looked at me and said " what? you didn't know white boys could rap?". I gave him this blank look and we began rapping again. The words that we were spitting was from the old and the new, but inside my head I was rhyming my own stew. In my mind I was saying with rhymes

"Gimme tha mic so I can bring it back two times. I see ya scoping me from the corners of my eyes. Don't be skerd, you know I got you open. A penny for yo thoughts and two dollahs for a token. Step to me and you'll feel ya back breakin', no mistaking cause I can bring home the bacon. Rightnow, I'm not ya homie ya lova or ya friend, so watch what ya say to me or you'll feel ya neck spin. Oh no! Is this a crush that I'm feeling? Homeboy is stealing rhymes from the deceased and I'm feeling him."

We spent the majority of our time cracking jokes to one another. Once in a while my sister looked sideways to see us acting like Eric B and Rakim. Good times, but it came to an end when Rich was just too wasted to stay up so he had to leave, taking Mike with him (sucked). We said our goodbyes and that was that. I met a new friend and that was all that mattered. As he walked out the door I wondered, will I ever see hiim again? Maybe, maybe not..

So, it became that time where Em, abby and I should start heading back to Brooklyn. Since abby was still chatting it up with Alan, Em and I made our way to the back bathroom to do some yapping. I told her that I liked Rich and that I can definitely see them together, but she made it clear that she is still in love with another (Bummer). Maybe she'll see him in a different light soon which will benefit me. The more he's around, the more chances I get to see Mike, my new homie again.

Okay, so this is my stop.. I'm out..

Dillons Lounge!!

Random

I was too tired to keep my eyes open yesterday. I saw The Incredibles Monday night. Omg!!! It was awesome, I never laughed so hard or saw such meaning in the form of animation before..

I wish I had super powers.. You know, the kind of powers that made me repel bad debt or calories. More so calories.

Pretty random? Huh… yeah

Avalanche In California?

"What?" I looked up at the screen. I'm currently finding things to donate to the victims of the tsunami.

When I think of Cali, I think of Mega waves and guys running around topless. Okay not so much topless guys, but the beautiful Ocean, Sunny skies and people walking around with uber cups of Starbucks coffee with the effort to look somewhat intellectual, comes to mind.

I keep informed whenever I turn the channel. "AVALANCH?" I screamed at the Tele. "How the hell did that happen?". I've always been jealous of the beautiful Californians with their sunny tans ( some from a bottle and some over done ), but today I felt no jealousy, just sorry. Sorry that this had to occur. It goes to show you that no matter how much we try to prevent, we can't prevent mother nature. Mother nature gives and takes when she feels that it's time, “I know we haven‘t forgotten the Earth Quakes in California over the decades. Look what she did in South Asia. Which brings me to this, Over 150,000 killed by mother nature with one incident, and as I rush through the house trying to find gently used clothes, can goods and pretty much everything I could get my hands on to send in desperation to help, I think "What's next?".

I live on a land that under water, looks like Swiss Cheese ( Wisconsin Swiss Cheese ), so I think. I get people saying "an earthquake will never hit NYC", Oh Tushay, I think it can. We are an accident waiting to happen, and like we have seen in past couple of weeks, we are not special in any way. Mother nature could have us collapse with in one swipe of her wrath. I shake that thought and focus on the present and the future of the survivors of this terrible tragedy. I don't expect everyone to help out, but I would like to think you would be human enough to feel compassion.. For all who want to help out here is a link American Red Cross
UNICEF
Habitat For Humanity

Random Rambling

Last night I was dreaming. I was dreaming that I was running through the subways. You know those dreams where it seems so real that you could actually smell and feel the things around you? It was like that.. Lucid … In my dream, I got a phone call from a friend that said to meet him at the Knitting Factory. I told him “give me a half hour and I’m there”. I headed to the subway as usual but instead of hopping on the train, I hopped on the tracks and started my journey. Throughout the dream, this didn’t seem odd to me. I was walking along side NYC grown rats and they seemed to not mind me being here. My cell rang and It was James asking where I was.. 1) no one gets reception in the subways period, and 2) I was hearing two other voices coming from behind me.. I told him that I’m a couple stations away and that I’ll be there in a few. I turned to see where the voices were coming from but saw no one. The voices became clear. One guy ask the other guy about him dressing up as a bear and going out to shoot the crap with his fans without them knowing it’s him. The other guy chuckled and made a comment, then there was laughter. I laughed too.. The dream ended.

I awoke at 2 something and saw that the voices I had heard was that of Carson Daley and John Mayer. You know, honestly, I heard John call Carson fat in my dream.. Did he actually say that? That kid John is hilarious. I really wanted to go to the Knitting Factory though…

Don’t you hate lucid dreams? Especially when it’s something you can’t possibly have in the real world.. I’ve had these dreams where I received this large amount of money. I didn’t want to put in the bank, so I packed it away between my mattress.. When I awoke from my dream, the first thing I did was checked between the bed.. I knew it was a dream but it’s like the tooth faerie or Santa Claus or a Sweet Guy .. You know they don’t exist, but you want to believe they do. I have this money dream every couple months, all ending with me checking between the mattress. Frustrating? Yeah!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!!!!

It's so nice to be in a whole new year. Yes, I know that I'm a couple days late but, It's better late than never. Right?

I said goodbye to '04 like pretty much everyone else did. I was wasted way before 12 am and all too happy to take pics of us shooting the shit well after 12 am had hit. I was around friends who made every minute of bidding farewell to the year or Concerts Galore, a lot better to swallow.. We kissed, hugged and danced like fools. Most of us were retrying phone calls to locations far far away in hopes to hear a familiar voice scream back to us “HAPPY NEW YEAR”. We all were happy, and in the first couple of minutes, the new year seemed doable. None of us felt any bit older or wiser, just a little more loved. And then like that, everyone around me were dancing and laughing in slow motion. My life story was starting a new chapter. The slow motion represented the blank pages that awaits me. I felt my heart beating faster and I was a bit a dizzy. Was I going to have a panic attack here? In front of everyone? They were getting even slower and I was thinking with haste.

---------------I’m simple, never over the top with things and prefer the quite skies over fireworks. I read science fiction and almost vomit when I tried to read a romance novel. Even at 27, I still get extremely nervous when I dance with a guy. I sleep for many hours without feeling like I’ve slept the day away. I love coffee but I’m now forcing myself to love tea. I don’t consider myself beautiful, just pretty enough to get by. I love laughing with my friends, and I love my 15 year old nephew more than words can say. Some say it’s because he’s my family, some say that it’s because he’s a Cancer sign and we mesh well. I laugh when someone farts, snorts and do old 90’s dance moves.. I’m simple. I never look to take what I can get from my friends, I feel better knowing that they can take from me.---------

My heart had seemed to slow to a steady beat. The music was loud as ever and the slow motion was once more back to a regular speed. As I danced and laughed I figured to myself, ‘farewell 2004, hello ‘05’. I was feeling the glee of being intoxicated.

I found myself on the ‘D’ Train on January 1st 2005. Alone and attempting to complete a long journey back to the Bronx from Brooklyn.. Then it hit me. Its 2005.. What did I do that was so great in ‘04? What makes me want to look forward to this year? Oh my god, I can’t do this. It’s too soon.. But time waits for no-one and I was no longer drunk. It was real, ‘05 is here.

I freak out in silence, without anyone to catch me when I fall. I cried in front of an old couple who were too busy smiling cheerfully at each other as if they were just thankful to have lived to see another year approach. My whimpers succumbed to the rattling and screeches of the ‘d’ train as it made its way across the bridge. Suddenly, it becomes apparent, I am one person in a city of over 7 million and I’m scared shitless. I’m not afraid of the violence, just afraid of where this year will take me and will I be able to hack it at whatever I focus on in life.

Even though I’m afraid of this New Year. I am looking forward to many things that will keep me sane. Jason Mraz will be dropping another album THANK GOD!!!. Jupiter One will finish their record (hopefully) by the end of January, so I can buy my copy. STAR WARS is right around the corner, and now that I have gotten LOTR out of my system, I can focus more on my Harry Potter which will be released in the summer.

On the serious side of things. I plan to hug my friends and family more. End the feud between my family, Shop at the thrift stores in the village, be more driven and make sure that this place doesn‘t swallow me whole. If all goes according to plan, which they never really seem to do (but I‘m praying), I’ll ‘attempt’ to make some serious bread so I can move out to California and continue to work hard on my music.

HERE'S TO BIG IN '05 !!!!

This is a pic from NEW YEARS '05, Emily and I are stooping... We aren't short.. Dammit..