Shorter! Shorter!

My hair, that is...

And Now for Something Completely Different...

My hair got long all of a sudden! I can put it in a pony tail again. The red lipstick is just cuz I was feeling spunky.

I'm getting ma hurr did by the fabulous Miss Maria on Friday in preparation for my headshots on Sunday cuz these roots have got to go! I've actually gotten to the point in my career where I need headshots; this is so weird. When I was 13 years old, my chorus conductor/theater instructor told me, "you're a wonderful actress; it's a shame you can't sing". So what did I do? I said "Fuck acting! I'll show you who can't sing, bitch!" and pursued music with feverish enthusiasm.

I suppose I've come full circle, back to acting once again. And not even by my own doing, or so it feels. I don't really know where this road will lead, however it's become apparent that I can no longer ignore all the signs screaming for me to venture off in this direction. For the first time in a long time, I'm going with the flow. Trusting the process, so to speak.

In some strange twist of fate, Breaker is actually performing for an indie film tonight. It's a comedy about a dufus who sets out to for a rock band, but has no idea what he's doing and keeps failing miserably. he interviews Breaker as "the real band who's really made it" to find out what worked in creating our success. I'm really looking forward to it!

On that note, I should go get my fabulous self ready for another fun-filled night of rock n' roll mayhem.

Lady GaGa at the Much Music Awards.

She's really more of a performance artist than a singer...I mean check out this awesome flaming boobie contraption:


It's been ages since an artist has inspired me the way that GaGa does. Lady GaGa makes me want to be the bestest, most badass version of myself and unleash it for all the world to see. Between her infectious pop melodies, unforgettable attire, and dazzling performances, she really ups the ante for everyone in the music biz. Check out her performance at the Much Music Awards and tell me I'm wrong, fool:

Breaker - The More I Want, The More I Get

After nearly two years of blood, sweat, and tears (and good times, and booze, and excess, and free-flowing mojo, and insane amounts of laughter...) the day is finally here: the long-awaited release of Breaker's debut album, The More I Want, The More I Get.

If you'd like to treat yourself to some badass rock music with a whole lotta' soul, or if you simply want to support a hard-working rock n' roller who has devoted her life to making the world a more music place, then please click on the link below and purchase Breaker's debut album, The More I Want, The More I Get.

10% of the sale of this record is being donated to the Fender Music Foundation in an effort to provide funding and resources for music programs across America. I know that had it not been for the wonderful music and arts programs in my elementary and middle schools, I would probably be on the fast track to a slow death. No joke. By purchasing The More I Want, The More I Get, you're giving kids and adults across the country the opportunity to experience the joys of music. Thank you for your contribution!!!

Good Morning, Rock Star.

I woke up today with good bed-head and just the right amount of leftover make-up. I love it when that happens.


Yesterday was rad. I had a phone interview with GreenMan for Galaxy Net Radio. I was on the air for an hour, and our chatting sessions were only interrupted by badass rock n' roll...Breaker, of course. We played 4 songs and I got to tell the listeners a bit about each song. Oh, the secrets I reveal in songform.

Following the GreenMan interview, I met up with the rest of Breaker at Flashrock Studios in NoHo. We got on the air at about 9 with the uber-cool radio host, Darin. After playing a few Breaker tracks and talking an inordinate amount about cock, we split for rehearsal.

Being that it was Curtis's birthday, a celebration was in order. Following a rockin' rehearsal, we headed over to Big Wangs where we stuffed our faces and watched Mary Carey get her snatch stuffed. For real. The chick was getting fingerbanged in the next booth. Classy!

But enough about the past - there's so much to look forward to! Off to create a funbundant day!

My First Birthday Present of the Year!

My birthday is next week, but don't worry, I'll be accepting gifts all week long ;) Check out this rockin' baseball jersey I got from my family in New York. It belonged to my brother, Anthony, who is quite the sportsman. I got both red and navy blue, along with a beautiful bracelet. Something about sporting my bro's name on my back just tickles my fancy.

More Eight-Armed Goodness.

As I stated over at EverythingOctopus.com, this is like the octopus deal of the decade! I have seen this little guy floating around on the web for a while, but never for such a great price. I got this adorable necklace for only $7.99 from Ebay seller, Skorbee.


Ain't my little octopus a cutie?

BREAKER "The More I Want, The More I Get" Record Release Party!

The day is finally here!!! Join us for the release of our debut album, "The More I Want, The More I Get" at TRiP! Our CD and a ton of cool merch will be available as well as some extra special goodies for Breaker fans and friends.

Also playing: A Race Called Man, The Mayberrys, Smales. 21+, $6 w/ flyer, $8 without. FREE parking and full bar. What’s not to love? Print & bring the flyer below for discounted admission. Rock on!

Another Fun BREAKER Photoshoot!

Breaker needed new photos both to showcase our newest member, G Herrera on drums, and to have some snazzy pix of our sexiness for the album art. After the photographer we had been planning on working with bailed, my bestie came to the rescue and did an impromptu photo shoot. Here's a out-takes that I thoroughly enjoy:

Voodoo, Hoodoo, and Santeria at the Congregation Gallery

I'm not feeling very prolific at the moment. Best let the pictures tell the story...

I'm Obsessed with Matt and Kim

Here's a review of the Brooklyn duos sophomore album, Grand, from Spin magazine:

Matt and Kim (their real names) come on like a punked-up Mates of State -- a couple so cute that you'd walk away from their frantic live shows feeling mushy, if someone hadn't just mushed you. But the love songs on their second album are for their home borough of Brooklyn as much as for each other. The tap-dancing keyboards and pounding drums of "Daylight" and "Don't Slow Down" soundtrack the duo's reflections on what it's like to be poor and young in the city, where your fire escape is your backyard and your summer wardrobe is your spring wardrobe plus scissors.

Occupation: Rock Star

I don't normally get up this early, however today is a very special occasion. I'm about to head downtown to pay a visit to Trinity Street Elementary School for "Career Day".

Honestly, I've been looking forward to this day all year. Last time I felt so inspired and uplifted by spending the morning with children who have hopes and dreams unbound that I immediately agreed to return for the next opportunity.

When I was in elementary school I wanted to be an artist. After telling my grandma of my dream, she told me in a grave voice that artists starve. I had this vision of myself huddled around a dying fire in a makeshift lean-to, wearing a ratty old blanket for warmth. I was dirty and covered in paint splatters. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and a whole shit ton of colorful canvases, paints, and brushes.

From that moment forward, whenever a grown-up asked me what I wanted to be, I'd say a veterinarian. Not because I no longer wanted to be an artist, and certainly not because I wanted to be a vet, but because I didn't want other people to think of me starving. I thought I would just go be an artist anyway and starve in secret. It didn't have to be any of their business.

Today my goal is to provide the kids with the belief that anything is possible and that they can be, do, and have whatever it is they want. Cuz guess what? I know a lot of well-fed artists. And I know a lot of grown-ups with good, safe 9-to-5 jobs who are starving for a taste of life.

New Octopus Bling!

While Mystic and I were kicking around NYC's garment district in search of fabulous trim, we stumbled upon a little jewelry store with a whole lotta' bling in the front window. Sure the shiny sparkly stuff lured us to the window, but it was this cutie patooty octopus ring that invited us in.


The octopus has died, the octopus has risen, the octopus will come again.

Rest Peacefully, Bea.

My Golden Girl, Bea Arthur, passed away this morning after a long battle with cancer. She was 86 years old.



I'll love you forever, Bea! Thank you for being a friend...

Love is Blonde.

After three months of my colorful chocolate swirl, I decided it was time for something a bit more simplified...and a bit more drastic. I went to see Bryan at Floyd's on Melrose with only one idea in mind: blonde.

A couple hours and chemical burns later, I went from my Chocolate n' Sherbert Mash-up...




...to Blonde Bombshell:

BREAKER Loves Fresno!

In the controlled chaos of the past week, I neglected to share the fantabulous pictures Mystic took for Breaker when we played Fresno. First of all, lemme' just say that Fresno knows how to ROCK - wow, what an amazing crowd! Needless, to say I sang my heart out and had a blast!

It's My Lucky Day

As I wait to board my plane, I am urged from a voice within to share a recent experience...recent as in, 30 minutes ago recent.

On Thursday my family found out that my Dad needed to have an emergency heart procedure. Despite missing the heck outta' my man and jonesing to get back to BREAKER, I wanted to stay in NY and see my fam through this unexpected trauma. I extended my stay until today (Saturday), and since I was booking a flight home on such short notice, seating on the plane was both limited and sucky. I got a center seat.

Today, as I was checking in, the lady behind the counter said, "You've got a center seat. Would you prefer an aisle or a window?"

"It's my lucky day!", I exclaimed. "I'll take a window".

She looked at me with an unprecedented intensity. "Every day is your lucky day, Elizabeth", she said. "Every day that you wake up, you say to yourself 'it's my lucky day!'"

Eyes wide and nodding my head, I thanked her. And she kept going, "There's some poor sucker who went to bed last night thinking he was going to wake up this morning, and he didn't. Every day you are alive, Elizabeth, it is your lucky day".

The truth is that I needed to hear that today. The past week has been emotionally draining, and the fact that the counter lady took a moment to share something special did a lot to fill me up. It serves as a reminder that even the smallest actions make a difference. Even when I think I'm not making a difference, I am. Even when you think you're not making a difference, you are.

I hope that in sharing this experience with you, I have made a positive difference in your life.

a-Jetting I go...

Rock Diva Does Little League

Oh yes, big sister is rockin' the little league practice. My brother was up to bat three times and hit the ball on his first swing each time. It was so cute to watch his little leggies run the bases.

Tomorrow it's lacrosse practice - yay!

Inspiration Comes From the Strangest Places

My grandmother, better known as Nanny Jean, passed away this past weekend, and before I had time to think or feel I found myself on a flight home to New York.

The service was yesterday; it was more of a memorial than a funeral, which was a relief to those of us - like myself - who aren't so big on "mourning". Family and friends came back to the house afterwards where we gorged ourselves on everything Italian. After telling what felt like 30 people about my life in LA, I felt drained. I stole away to my brother's bedroom to get some rest and recharge.

As I laid in my brother's bed attempting to sleep, the brevity of mortality hit me upside the head: A lifetime isn't very long at all. And yet, it's long enough. I've got all the time I need. And I've got no time waste. Struck by this paradox and the reality that "life is short", I felt compelled by urgency.

I've got the hunger; I'm chomping at the bit to indulge, express, create, and share. I wanna' use this life up and take advantage of all the world has to offer. I want to exhaust my potential and extend beyond my self-imposed limits. I want to rock hard, travel far, love fully, and live courageously. Mostly, I want to be of service; and leave every person, place, and situation, better off as the result of my having been there. I believe that by doing the former, the latter will be accomplished.

And so it is with gratitude that I say goodbye to Nanny Jean. And it is with certainty that I commit to being the courageous, loving, worthy leader I am, living the life of fun and abundance that I deserve to live.

And so it is...

BREAKER Rocks Fresno!

We've got our second show tomorrow at Crossroads in Fresno. This was actually the first show we booked, and I thought it was a little odd that a promoter in Fresno was contacting us, but it turns out that they really love their rock up there! That's nice to hear, cuz we're gonna' serve up a big, fat, juicy, sizzling slab of rock for those fools to sink their teeth into!

I've gotta' admit, I'm also looking forward to our first little road trip. Good times await...

The Glory of Terror

Today is the day to do the thing that I've been diligently putting off for years: get blood work done. Oh crap, it makes me sick to even see the "b" word. My doctor is very serious about vegetarian healthcare and wants to make sure I'm getting proper nutrition and blah, blah, blah. I usually pass out or at least slip in and out of consciousness when there's a needle in my arm sucking my blood, so Mystic will be coming with me for support. Yeeesh, this is grody.

On the bright side, I got committed to mastering and packaging the album and wouldn't ya know it - a solution appeared. After the bloodfest I'll be investigating the different mastering houses that have been recommended to me and seeing who will do Breaker justice. The world needs my rock n' roll - no more hiding out, no more playing small. Hello world, I'm your wild girl...wow, that's almost as scary as getting my blood sucked. Yet I know from experience that when my knees are knockin', it's just a sign that I'm on the right path.

Here's to doing the things that scare me most!

Live and Unleashed!

Wow - my first show with the new band was an absolute blast! I felt completely and wholly myself up on that stage. It felt so natural to just open myself up and let that sweet, sweet sound pour out. The connection, the synergy, the release...it was pure perfection!








BREAKER totally rocked the house and we're looking forward to do it all over again next Friday!

BREAKER Live at Trip!

I am pleased to announce the first Breaker show with the new line up and all new songs! We'll be rockin' Trip in Santa Monica on Friday, April 3rd. Come for the rock, stay for the martinis...trust me.

Print & bring this flyer to get in for only $6.

Vegas, Baby!

I've been really lazy about posting lately! By the time I get home from staging, it's time to turn around and get to rehearsal, and by the time I get home from rehearsal, it's time to turn around and get into bed. Sheesh, there's a lot to catch up on.

Here's the good stuff: I spent a couple days in Vegas with Mystic Diva. No boozing, no gambling, no partying. Just taking advantage of some good quality girl time out and about. We posted a bit more about our excursion on Wayward Wanderings. I got as close to a lion as I've ever been in my life - it was quite a rush! I'll have to post the pictures once I get them from Mystic.

Of all the hotels we were in and out of, I must say that I enjoyed the Hard Rock Hotel the best. Maybe it's cuz I felt like I was among "my people", I dunno. Whatever it was, the vibes were good and I loved that there was a slew of rock n' roll memorabilia and photography to take in at every turn...and I had some killer nachos at one of their restaurants (we all know that I'm a sucker for nachos).

Vegas is fun for a couple of days, and yet my heart truly lies in LA. I frickin' love it here and feel so blessed to call the City of Angels "home".

Lady Gaga Rocks My Socks

I have been worshipping at the altar of Gaga since I first heard "Just Dance" last summer, prior to the release of her debut album, "The Fame". Lady Gaga takes the best of glam-rockers David Bowie and Queen and Queen-of-Pop, Madonna, and adds her own fabulousity to the mix. The result is an electrifying and infectious brand of synth-driven, dance-worthy glam pop.

When I saw the video below, from AOL Sessions, I kind of wished I had never been born and that all other musicians should just give up now. Yes, it is that good.

Shopping Makes Me Happy.

Last night Mr. Man gave me some cash and instructed me to spend it on whatever I wanted - clothes and shoes, duh! Here's some of my swag:

Romeo & Juliet Couture gunmetal leggings with zipper detail.

Jessica Simpson "Striker" platform sandals (I got black vegi-leather).

Silver bracelt that my husband assures me is "sooo Liz".

I also got a marvelous Romeo & Juliet Couture black acid-washed racerback tunic. Couldn't find a picture online and don't feel like modeling, so use your imagination.

You know what I'll be wearing this weekend!

The End.

After several months of watching an episode of "Sex and the City" during lunch a couple times a week, I have finally reached the end of the series. 6 seasons and 94 episodes later, it's hard now to say goodbye to the girls I've grown to love.

I hadn't seen the series when it was on TV, because I hated women and thought that watching a show about women would simply be an abhorrent waste of my time. I can really be a judgmental prick, but that's beside the point. As it turns out, the show is completely enthralling: lovable and relatable characters, smart and witty dialogue, outrageous stranger-than-fiction plots, and of course, it's sexy. What's not to love?

Gadget knew I was getting close to the end of the series and bought the movie for me!!! I love my sweetheart. Since I don't have rehearsal tomorrow night, I'm planning on spending the evening in with Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda and a big bowl of popcorn.

Do You Wanna' Touch Me?

I had a blast tracking Joan Jett's cover of "Do You Wanna' Touch Me (Oh Yeah)" with Smack this weekend. We ended up with two different versions because the ideas kept getting better and better. I had always thought that it was a great song, but while the subject matter is very sexy, Ms. Jett's delivery of it is not. I sexified my version, and even Smack said some takes sounded X-rated. Hey, that's just the Breaker sensibility.

It was a complete and total honor to be asked to sing a song made famous by the reigning queen of rock n' roll and it certainly has inspired me to be the best me I can possibly be. She didn't get where she is by pleasing others or posing as anything that she is not: She got to the top by being her rockin', raunchy, and audacious self. And that is all I want, really - To make a name for myself just being myself.

Fuchsia!

The color is much more visible and vibrant in the daylight. Unfortunately, the stains in the bathroom are more visible and vibrant too. Ooopsies!




I gotta' get out of bed and get ready for my day: Tracking an industrial rock version of Joan Jett's "Do You Wanna' Touch Me (Oh Yeah"! I'm so frickin' excited and looking forward to channeling the Blackheart babe.