June 28, 2008
I’ll spend five weeks accomplishing this:
As previously stated, I’ll be in GR for two weeks. If you want to go to Marie Catrib’s, Bangkok Taste, Bar Divani, Morado, Founders, Bombay, Kava House, Wolfgang’s, Monte’s or Sami’s…holler.
See you soon.
xo.
j
June 10, 2008
I’m about to hop in the car to visit Mindy & Mark up in New Jersey, realized I don’t exactly remember how to get there, and actually had this serious thought of, “Oh, I should just look up that GPS picture.” …because googling directions is such a pain?
I proceeded to write reverse directions….on my hand.
At least it’s an environmentally friendly method.
Off I go.
March 25, 2008
Directions from Jersey to VA.
I’m from Michigan. I’ll always find a way to use my hand as a map.
March 9, 2008
I’ve been a flaky blogger lately, sorry. I’ve been all over the map in the last couple of weeks: DC, NJ, NY, MI, and then back to NJ today. I LOVE the east coast.
I flew out of MI this morning, and even though I started traveling at 7am, I didn’t arrive here in Jersey until 3:30…there were several planes and several trains involved. But I’m back on the coast, in a coffee shop called Green Planet Coffee Co., drinking a killer americano, eating a bona fide east coast bagel, listening to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Not a bad set up.
Good to be back, good to not be living in a hotel.
March 2, 2008
Did you see Across the Universe? I hope you did, and you should.
There’s one point in the movie where one of the characters says that the only thing that makes sense anymore is music. I hear that line echo through my mind almost daily.
I played a show last night in New York…I ended up having to go in alone, which kind of stressed me out. I’ve gone in alone to the Lower East Side before, but I’m semi familiar with that neighborhood and this show was in Greenwich Village, a place I’m not so familiar with. I hate going to shows alone, because that always leaves me having to figure out how to load-in and load-out without help, and my piano is a freaking beast and its always a little sketchy to leave your car parked illegally while you’re loading in when you’re on your own. I always survive though, I don’t know why I get stressed about it. Nevertheless, I was stressed about parking because street parking is impossible to find in the village and already that evening I managed to acquire a $65 parking ticket while I was grabbing some food inside a pizzeria. A car in New York is such a pain in the bootay. Driving to and around Manhattan is ok; the problem is what to do with your car when you want to get out of it.
The reason I say all this is because of what I realized my coping mechanism was in the midst of the stress: I kept reminding myself everything was going to be fine because soon enough I would be playing music. I think the the technical term for that is imagining myself in my “happy place”. Honestly though, I kept picturing myself sitting at the piano and singing and doing my thing and that scene is what made me feel better, and made the giant parking ticket and crappy pizza totally worth it. Performing is actually the stress reliever…
It makes me love that line from the movie even more…music is the only thing that makes sense. It brings order to the chaos that is New York.
I love it. Music is the greatest.
Alright…that’s it for now with my introspective outpourings….
julie
February 9, 2008
i’m in new york this week.
its funny how being in different places makes you feel different…
something about New York…every time i’m here…
paradise.
