Being a Rock Star … and Whatnot

Dear Dudes, (Because it has been brought to my attention hardly any females comment on my blog.)

Last week I spent a full day in the studio making a DVD with my band mates. We were recording audio and video at the same time so we were in full Rock mode. It was bloody awesome. It would be more awesome if I gave two shits about the music we were recording but alas, I’ll settle for spending the day singing. Because I love it. So much.

So as I’ve explained before, the guys in the band are amazing. All of them have seriously impressive resumes and have played with tons of stars. Then there are the eye candy/backup singers which consist of me and El. We basically danced in place much more than would normally be natural and hit ourselves with tambourines.

El took a ton of pictures so I shall share some here with you.

This is me not paying attention.

Knight and EL
The Studio

This is what happens when you are overzealous with a tambourine.

So last week was awesome. This week I’m doing a shoot for a short film. I’m one of four backup burlesque dancers in this film noir dark satire. I was just e-mailed a picture of our “costumes”.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Hmmmmm......

My computer is a little bitch and doesn't turn on most of the time. I beat her profusely and still she refuses to obey. Because of her disobedience my life has been hard to chronicle and share with you. As you may know by now, I have little to no memory and forget what I did just an hour ago. That might be an exaggeration but it certainly is hard to keep track of things when you don't have much order to your life. So let's see what you might have missed.... hmmm.....

Last weekend I went camping in the Poconos with some friends. We spent one day White Water Rafting in the freezing rain. It was awesome and miserable. It rained that whole night at the campsite which made our raging campfire smoke even more. I invented the SMOKEBAG to protect my precious eyes. Basically I wore my hooded plastic poncho backwards. Yes, it is hard to breath with plastic covering your face. I was sharing a tent with a really gorgeous chick and her wet dog. As hot as that might sound I can assure you it wasn't. We did giggle like schoolgirls at the sound of our friends getting it on a few tents away. It was like Girl Scouts all over again. Hmmmm....

Last week Sky surprised me by telling me to be at a certain location by 5:30 and when I arrived they informed me he got me an aromatherapy manicure and pedicure. He isn't really the type to do this sort of thing so it really shocked me. How sweet right? Now I must wonder what he did wrong. Hmmmm....

I think I did lots of other things this week but they must have been comparatively insignificant. So what do we have to look forward to in the week to come? Let's check the calendar. Selling more collagen and the annual Pap Smear. Hmmmm...

Have I mentioned I have a sibling?

Yesterday my brother turned 24. He is 16 months my junior. Since I was a June baby that put him two grades behind me in school but even so, I never really thought of him as younger than me. Not that I remember anyway. My family will tell you I used to boss him around and make him sit down so I could tie his shoes. They also tell a story about a slightly bigger kid pushing me around and my toddler brother running up and tackling him.

We were never much of an affectionate family but for fun my brother and I would wrestle during commercial breaks. It wasn’t as much play as actual pain. This was fun in the few years that I was bigger than him but that passed quickly and I was begging for mercy most of the time.
Other than sarcasm we did not have similar interests. He was spending his summers in baseball tournaments while I was performing Oklahoma or (insert hokey old time musical) at the closest community theater. We didn’t like the others friends. Actually, I usually didn’t much like my friends so I really can’t blame him. He was far more laid back than I was.

I drove him to school until he got his license. One time after school I didn’t stop at the end of an alleyway and my sports car was totaled on the passenger side by a van. My brother was pulling glass out of his head for days. I could have killed him. I still feel horrible about it.

When I graduated I moved to New York and he made a trip at least once a year to visit. Not so much me as the city. When he graduated he went to college in Wisconsin. It’s really f’ing cold there. Now he is an engineer and working in Chicago. He has always been a lot smarter than me. There was no chance in hell I was going to be an engineer when I had trouble with Algebra. It appeared he never had trouble with anything. What the hell?

Anyway, I don’t see a whole lot of my brother because we are busy people and don’t live very close but we have a good relationship even if we don’t bother talking for six months. I forgot to call him yesterday to wish him a happy birthday. I should probably do that now. Or just forward this link.

Happy Birthday Bro!