Tuesday, November 22, 2005
My favorite part was when he said last week... and I quote..
It's hard being on a show called "But you can't sing!"
O M G
He is number 1
The judges fall over themselves in a rush of congratulations...
except poor Ant. He kept his mouth shut this week.
Morgan is too dragqueen for me.. and not in a great dragqueen kinda way.. sigh :(
Bai was crazy and adorable.
Out of control and I loved it!
Bye Bye Antonio.. sob... I will miss those fine fine deltoids...
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I ended up with 5 MySpace pages, promoting a benefit, housing a very dour and somewhat lazy Katrina victim, having a client rip me off for $923, and now I'm headed off to Seattle for the ROCKRGRL Music Conference...
so... What's on my mind...
VH1's latest Celebreality offering "But Can They Sing?"
I think it is being funded by the Gotti family. They kiss Carmine Gotti Agnello's Jr's perfectly toned buttocks with such abandon that it is embarrassing. He sang so poorly in the first episode that I was truly uncomfortable, and in the second eppy he couldn't rap. Even the "vocal coach" pointed out in the rehearsal tape that he had rhythm issues.
His efforts at Snoop Dogg were sub par, to be nice... but as soon as he finished tossing is skin tight black singlet (that's wife beater to the fashion uneducated) to the mass of screaming tweens a beaming Ahmet turned to the "celebrity judges" who were falling off their stools to tell him how FABULOUS an ON IT he was! Jackie tells him he's the "Whole Package" and he's "got it all!" Beaming with enthusiasm as the praise is lavished on young Gotti his chest rises with pride.
You know the ink on the check to VH1 has barely dried.
Crap.. I realize now there will be gangstas at my door...
I had previously dreamed of working for Mrs. Hottie Gotti.. I always liked the TV show. Hell, I'd even offer to give young Carmine vocal lessons for the right price. He is a cutie patootie and has everything except the vox. But I think you need some raw talent.. I don't know that this show is doing ANYONE any favors.
and don't even get me started on Bai Ling :(
Monday, August 22, 2005
Whole Foods will order Endurance as soon as it becomes available...
There is no customer service in the following email from Glaceau.. as far as I can see THEY should be selling ME their product, I should not be digging for it.
What follows is my response to their reply to my latest request.
Aug 22, 2005
The flavor was previously available, up until June 2005. Once Whole Food switched distributorships the flavor became unavailable.
When I do a search on your website there are two stores that show up. Both stores do not carry the flavor any longer because Dr Pepper handles the distributorship for this region.
Certainly the manufacturer can help me order the product it manufactures.
Who better to know where their product actually ships?
Supply/demand? The basis of all economics.
At any rate I am very dissapointed that the best you can do is suggest I Google to look for somewhere to buy your product.
Please try to assist me. Otherwise I shall have to turn to a different product.
Take care of your customer - without us you have no one to sell your product to.
--- firstname.lastname@example.org wrote:
> hello Annette,
> thank you for taking the time to contact glacéau®.
> at this time not every flavor is available everywhere. we recommend
> that you inquire with your local retailer to see if they can order
> the flavors you are interested in. if they are unable to get the
> flavors you want from their distributor, we suggest using a search
> engine such as google.com to see if you can locate an online retailer
> that will deliver the flavor you want direct to you.
> we are continually working to expand the variety of flavors available
> and hope to have more in your area soon.
> thank you again, and remember to drink better water!T
> consumer relations representative
Sent: 8/22/2005 1:36:41 PM
Subject: DP General Questions/Feedback
Type of Request: DP General Questions/Feedback
Brand: DR PEPPER
Flavor: SUGGESTED FLAVOR
First Name: Annette
Last Name: Conlon
Age Group: 35-49
Comments: Bring back my Endurance Mango Peach Flavored Vitamin Water!!!
Please make this flavor available for distribution to Whole Foods!!!
This is not only my favorite flavor but it helps with my migraines!!
It has been unavailable for months!! Please Please Please make it
available for distribution! Please bring it back! Thank You!!!!!
DPSU.com Updates: N
Convert to Case: Y
--- Consumer.Relations@brandspeoplelove.com wrote:
Thank you for contacting us about Endurance Mango. Your comments and
inquiries are appreciated because they provide valuable feedback
about our brands.
We are not the makers of that water.
We appreciate you contacting us and hope you will continue to enjoy
Sent: 8/29/2005 5:17:38 PM
Subject: DP General Questions/Feedback [Case: 1-46434843]
Dr Pepper is the DISTRIBUTOR for Endurance Mango Peach Vitamin Water by
Glaceau , at least according to Glaceau (the manufacturer) who
instructed me to write to Dr Pepper to request that Dr Pepper release
Distribution for the flavor Endurance Mango Peach Vitamin Water by
Glaceau so that my local Whole Foods zip code 75206 will be able to
Several of us who have enjoyed this product previously prior to Dr
Pepper taking over distribution have written in per Glaceau's
suggestion to request this flavor be released.
Date: 30 Aug 2005 07:50:50 -0500
Subject: RE: DP General Questions/Feedback [Case: 1-46434843]
You may contact the local bottle for more information about the
DPSU BG Dallas TX
SO.. I have left a message with Dr. Pepper, Extension 4 (Consumer Complaints) as there is no extension for "bring back my vitamin water".
Monday, August 01, 2005
I have fond memories of Pink Floyd, though i can't remember exactly where I put them. No rock band scattered more brains in the interstellar wind than the Floyd, whose psychotropic 1973 album "Dark Side of the Moon" is still the best-selling album by a British band, ever, after spending decades on the Billboard charts.
I did my time in thrall to Pink Floyd, and had the laser-beam tan to prove it.
Some might have found it hard to connect those cosmic anarchists with the nice old English gentlemen who took the stage at Live 8 this month, reunited for the first time in 24 years. Then again, Roger Waters—the prodigal lyricist/bassist—always sounded ancient, as if he predated the Norman Conquest. Like Churchill and Tolkien, he has an ear for dire words rooted in the Old English tongue: "Far away across the field/the tolling of the iron bell/ calls the faithful to their knees/ to hear the softly spoken magic spells."
Waters and the boys pioneered the kind of musico-pharmacology we think of today as trance and ambient and chill, long and unhurried ambles through cerebral space and time. And yet Pink Floyd was never merely a soundtrack for hallucinogens. If the music was mood altering it was primarily because it was moody, and if it was transporting it was because, unlike a lot of the noodling synthesizer music of, say, Vangelis, Pink Floyd's actually went somewhere.
And if they were to try it all again today, Pink Floyd couldn't get out of a London garage.
It was the long-playing album format that made Pink Floyd possible, and the album—as an expressive whole, a collection of tracks threaded together by theme, image or story—is pretty much dead, killed by music downloading technology that fractures recordings into pay-per-song bits to be stuffed into joggers' iPods.
No one did the thematic album better or more often than Pink Floyd. "Wish You Were Here," "Dark Side of the Moon," "Animals" and, of course, "The Wall" are hall-of-mirror narratives that gather momentum and meaning as they progress through the carefully ordered tracks, most of which are tied together with ethereal bricolage—half-heard conversations, radios being tuned, clocks and footsteps. "Dark Side of the Moon" is essentially one long song. This was the Pink Floyd experience: Drop the needle on the first track and set controls for the heart of the sun.
My vinyl copies of Pink Floyd albums, dusty with contraband, are long gone to who knows where. So I did what I imagine tens of thousands of others did the weekend of Live 8: I opened Apple iTunes to download a fresh copy of my favorite Pink Floyd album, "Wish You Were Here." Released in 1975 and dedicated to fallen band mate Syd Barrett, "Wish You Were Here" is in the truest sense an album, cast in recurring imagery and propelled by scalding cynicism about the music business, the "machine": "The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think/Oh by the way, which one's Pink?"
Looking through the queue of iTunes' Floyd offerings, I found the album, or at least its shadow: "WYWH" is hacked down to two songs. The iTunes store has made the rather amazing musical choice not to include "Shine on You Crazy Diamond"—one of the Floyd's greatest songs—in their offerings off the album. What 20-year-old decided that? You can find the song, but it's in a compilation called "A Collection of Great Dance Songs." If Pink Floyd made dance music, it's news to me.
Next I downloaded "Dark Side of the Moon," then burned it onto a CD for listening in the car. The track-by-track segmentation of the album punches huge, silent holes in the flowing interstitial passages. This is not the Floyd revelry I remember, or rather, don't remember.
Napster, the 1990s music file-sharing technology that emerged as the first of its kind, undermined the album by allowing listeners to grab just a song or two off a recording and ignore the rest. For the vast majority of pop music recordings, this was no great loss, since there might only be one or two good songs on the album. Mötley Crüe, are you listening?
But for others, the exaltation of the song over the album has meant a shrunken canvas. CD album sales are in freefall. It's rare today that recording artists create a kind of narrative dependency among songs, though albums such as Neil Young's "Greendale," Radiohead's "OK Computer" and Green Day's "American Idiot" all qualify. And you have to wonder how many podheads got past "Vertigo" to listen to the rest of U2's latest album.
Whatever the excesses that came with thematic albums—insert your favorite Rush album here—the format gave bands with big ideas room to move and groove. The rise of iTunes-style downloading throws us back to an age of narrow A- and B-side singledom, in which song length, not breadth, is the measure of marketability.
Welcome back to the machine.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
this was taken THE morning, her last morning...7/15/05. what were pamuk's last thoughts... did she know what awaited her?
i don't know if i made the right choice, i was told it was the only choice so i hold onto that.
i will write more as i am stronger, there will be more pictures on her website, more on her myspace page, more more more.
for now, i am drained and exhausted and empty and bereft. everywhere i turn she should be. every place is her place. every spot she has roamed. her eyes should be gazing back at me and i should be hearing her nails clicking on the scale, or the scale as she steps on it... or her little noises asking for food, water, treats, the door, the porch, the rose bush, her window seat, her throne, my lap, the bed... my love.
all of this will live in my heart.. but for now it aches with a fierceness i never imagined. something i cannot imagine ever rolling back enough to breathe without pain, or think without fear.
my days are empty and my nights are lonely, and they shall never, ever, be the same. i miss my angel, my baby, my love... i miss pamuk.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
but every time she said "don't...call...me...babe..." my heavy lids would lift from my eyes with utter glee!!!
i wonder if that chickee christian slater "ass-aulted" wanted to scream that at him??? you know it will be my line of choice whenever I have ANY back up whatsoever!
Thursday, May 26, 2005
As I sit here, listening, watching the first band, and waiting for my time slot I gaze about the room... The geeky sweet singer has a draw,
her father watching adoringly... They refer to muppets and bunnies, no
'cool kids' of yore, these are geek kids, this is geek rock, adequately
done, but not much to blog home about.Yet I gaze about the room bemused. The flyers, emails, myspace invites, etc. Seem to have fallen on wearied eyes. Even my 'BFF' would rather watch the tube than hang here with me... So I look around, and realize
that Barry is with Scott, Tina and her friend came for Greg, Doug's
friends from Tres Hombres are coming to hang with him... And me, your
illustuous lead singer, in her sparkly silver shrug, blogs alone.
I am irrelevant... Now how pathetic is that? The worst thing is that no one will comment, although I don't much care. I only really care that
I'd have someone to hang with.
Ah well, it's my turn to rock.
Blog on (sent via sidekick, forgive any typos)
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
I heard this clomp, clomp, clomping. Almost like a horse, then with head down and fury behind her came the crack head girl from down the street.
I was kind of staring at her, I'll admit it, but she was making a racket, and her arms were wrapped so tightly around her body, yet she was pounding her feet into the sidewalk. I'd seen her the Saturday before when she'd jumped in front of us on LG, hands scratching at her acned scarred face, tearing at the wounds, demanding a couple of dollars "just for a beer". We didn't have anything, and were running late from a wedding reception to a gig. Even if I'd had something, I knew it wasn't going to beer but crack, that poor girl has a bad habit that everyone in the neighborhood knows about.
We'd had a horrible thunderstorm this day and the sun was just coming out, but the sky was still full of angry black clouds, moving as furiously as she. She came up even with my car and caught my eye but didn't stop... "PISS OFF" she shouted, then "Do you have any money?" "No," I replied, "but nice shoes."
She kept stomping and mumbling all the way down the street, those skinny arms wrapped so tightly around her waist, her legs driving into the pavement like pistons.
Nice shoes you ask? She was wearing the shoes from Wild Pair that I had loved for 10 years and had FINALLY cleared out of my closet. Doug had set them out back hoping someone had picked them up. She did... on the way to the crack house.
I saw her again this Saturday and she almost smiled on the way to the drug house, but not after...When she walked past after she was clutching her precious drugs, her hand held in front of her, a claw around her treat.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
life is so fragile that two itty bitty tiny little grasshoppers can eat two giant bushes and then look me in the eye and dare me not to pick the last rose.
there is so much there...
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
i suck :(
but then, no one replies, so i get bored and move on...
i need an audient. you heard me, with a T.
Monday, May 16, 2005
making a mess of it.. those DUST CLOUDS are awful...
those fine particles that remain suspended in the air for hours horrify me.
I wonder if we have EVER changed the filter in our vacuum (which resides at the practice space and sucks up flea powder and fleas)
WE MUST GET FILTERS/BAGS/GUNS (those fleas are BIG)
this is horrible!
thank god we have wooden floors at home... so easy to sweep a big mess under whatever ;)
tee hee hee
happy early monday i am going to bed!
Thursday, May 12, 2005
This is so frustrating, it is the first step to my dream and we are looking to be stuck here.
Everyone please blow fairy kisses to the west coast for me, since it looks like the only way I will ever get to LA is if I wear my fairy wings...I think I will wear them when we play tomorrow, just for inspiration.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
A good friend suggested that Lisa Rinna has had all that collagen because she was bored.
Sigh... my lips MUST be bored to go through all of this swelling and puffing and pouting and itchy. Damn, I can practically imitate Constantine.
Now, if you know me you know I have pretty large lips to start with. These babies are getting HUGE and very uncomfortable. This is crazy... I need help.
ps. if you look below my neck you are an ass.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
He loved Marvin, and the mice were funny, the improbability button made perfect sense and we decided to get one installed in the van when we get the EASY button installed. Oh but really I just felt rushed more than anything.
AND.. Zaphod felt way too annoying, in the book he popped and was exciting and challenging, in the movie...grr, I wanted to punch him in the neck (tee).
So.. one thumb down and one thumb up (you know, to hitch a ride to the next galaxy man!)
Saturday, May 07, 2005
1) harass me on the street for money
2) break into our cars for things to sell (our drummers brother's truck was broken into four times this year...that sucks)
3) after the people buy the drugs they smoke the crack almost immediately and then wander around in our alley and down the street in front of our house. They are very disoriented and frankly scary. I'd prefer it if they would take it to another location than directly in front of or behind my home.
SO... I told the cops, because I don't want to be a friggin' drug statistic when I don't even use.
Sigh. The cops were very nice and thanked me profusely. They said I was very helpful. So good samaritan me. Now let's hope no one comes and kicks my ass.
so, now I am biding my time waiting for the eBay clock to gallantly click to the proper time for me to place my bid, collecting my own little sliver of silver as it were.
welcome to my world.
netteradio is my radio show, where on Weds I promote the best in unsigned women artists.. but during the rest of the time I just may paint my opinions on these lovely pages, that is, if anyone dares to read :)