Another Project, but...

I'm not playing favorites. I've started a Mythical Legends blog as some of the work the band does is in need of it's own message and I would like to keep my more personal stories and thoughts separate from that. If I can. I hope you will check on both and I love and miss you all very much. Check out the ML blog just so you can get a killer Guacamole recipe (world famous) and see the awesomest music video you've ever seen.

who is in Seattle still that wants to hang when I return at the end of the month? Holla at me!

Changes..

are abound. This is my first post from my temporary new home in Bushwick. It's been more of an emotional transition then I was expecting, but sometimes it's good to recognize your attachments and I've realized that having a sense of home is so valuable. I basically had to start a new family out here and felt like I was saying goodbye to them. But really, I'm in my old neighborhood even more then my new one anyway still.

Today I went for a run in my new hood. It was sunny and the blue sky adorned with fluffy clouds, strong but not unwelcome breeze either propelling me forward or adding resistance (like nature's gym I guess). I slowed down a bit as I got to a busier street where school was being let out. The kids must have all been between 6 and ten or so, I can never really tell. There was a man up ahead in a brown suit walking on crutches, he had a missing leg. I began to feel sorry and almost guilty about my ability to take leisurely runs and bike rides whenever I want, I imagined what it must be like to not be able to do these small, underestimated things. As I got closer to him I could hear all the kids around us saying "Bye, Mr. Curtis.." he warmly responded to all their goodbyes and our eyes met and we smiled at each other. I didn't feel so badly for him anymore, it seems Mr. Curtis has a lot of love in his life. Yesterday on the bus, everybody was greeting each other and saying "Happy Mother's Day," the old, the young, the men, the women. Except the white people. Go figure.
One of Tania's rabbits was discovered dead today. She had been missing for a few days and we were hoping she was having babies cause rabbits do that a lot right? It seems as though she might have been attacked. I didn't know how to help them take care of the burial so I left to go on my run. Her name was Maru. She is survived by a surprisingly unaffected friend rabbit named RuRu. And so it goes.....

But things here at Locust St. are moving nicely. Music is in the air and our mission is coming into fruition. I cannot wait to share our songs with all of you. Here's an idea of what's going on (please note cat, turtle, unicorn):

50 years....still a lot to talk about

It's the 50th anniversary of the birth control pill. And while the literal science of the pill has had an effect on pretty much all women and their ability to make choices about their bodies and sexual lives, it still hasn't necessarily changed the difficult decisions facing women and men when it comes to career and religion and the way pregnancy, especially in America, is viewed as a professional killer and a black and white family vs. job choice.

WNYC's On The Point program just hosted a really informative and interesting discussion on the history of the pill and how things have gotten better and worst since it's introduction. One woman discussed how she cried for hours after the pope announced that it was unCatholic to use contraceptive and that she was terrified to be doomed with a dozen children as a consequence of her religion. And another called in to mention that when she was in college and engaged to be married in the 60's she wanted to explore the pill as an option but was turned away by her doctor because of his personal beliefs that prohibited him from recommending or even discussing it. And that still is happening now.

I'm a traditional girl. I want to get married and have babies and be able to provide and make a conscious decision about when is the right time to start a family. I don't think I ever want to be on the pill again, it's weird and the hormones kind of freak me out. That being said, it is a really great option for women to explore sexuality without being completely terrified of getting pregnant and having to make the emotional, painful decision of keeping it or not. I'll take the pill over an abortion any day. Both options need to be available, no question about it, especially if we're going to be living in a culture that doesn't financially support families and pregnancy in any way...health care, education, paid pregnancy leave etc.......

Listen to the story here, it's really well done and thoughtful.

Happy Birthday birth control. You aren't perfect, but we need you.

And it's not women like me who are blessed with supportive friends and family that would stand beside me no matter what decision I made who need it. It's the women who have to follow a rigid tradition that doesn't respect their individual health physical and mental when it comes to raising children and acknowledging their sexual needs. Can you imagine secretly taking the pill and thinking it might send you to hell just because you don't want to deal with having 100 little shit kids? Reminds me of that one movie with Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio. Yeah, that one. No, not Titanic idiot.

What is this?

What are they doing? So weird. Is that dancing? I am so confused by this video, how are they single-handedly so absurd and entertaining......been researching Hall and Oates music for a future event that I will let you know about later.

Gary....sigh

I was so lucky to find the Telekon vinyl in San Francisco, it sounds so beautiful in record form. This song isn't initially my favorite, but there's something very hypnotizing about it. I woke up with it in my head today. Numan. Done. Gonna dedicate my next DJ set to him.........

Cute!

I went over to my friends house to work on some music. His cat crybaby was so cute sitting on the amp chilling with us.

Images

Been loving life. It could maybe be more quiet, but that's a choice right? I went to San Francisco for a few days and it was great but I felt so behind when I got back. I can't tell if going away just makes you forget how much you always have to do or if it just makes it so you have to do more to catch up when you return home. Probably both. Thought I would share some photos with you instead of trying to explain anything anymore.



San Francisco. In Tuesday's kitchen. Drinking beer and eating chips. That's what we like to do.


A diner serving soul food and run by a Korean family. They chose this mug for me when they found out I was visiting from New York.


It was completely and utterly the right thing to do at the time. Like my new shoes?
Kara and Petunia.
I will be completely consumed by a Jukebox. I live to put money in them and play songs. Not a bad selection at the Phonebooth, which is a place that took my 80 year old bronchitis cough to a whole new level.

Back in New York. We had just played a show at Lit lounge and found this book in the booth. It was educational and we read it to each other by candlelight.


She would be our friend if we could find her.