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.

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!

Voodoo, Hoodoo, and Santeria at the Congregation Gallery

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

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.

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!

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...

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!

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.

ReVamping My Hurr!

What else would I be doing at 2:00 in the morning?

Before: Agent Orange



After: Furious Fuchsia



I thought it was time for an update, although I wasn't ready for a completely new 'do. A little color update seemed like the best solution.

Let's Go Islanders!

Oh the joys of Island life...

Dan very awesomely hooked Mystic Diva and I up with tickets to the Islanders vs. Ducks hockey game at Nassau Coliseum. Unfortunately we had to take a ladder, helicopter, and two hot-air balloons to get to our seats, and since our last NHL adventure, we've become quite snobbish about where we sit. Naturally, we decided to take matters into our own hands.

From our sky-high section we scoped out the desired seats - center ice, second row. Only when we made it from the boonies down to said seats, we discovered that one of them had a jacket on it - not a good sign. Casually acting as though we had merely passed our seats in all the puck-passing, body-checking excitement, we scooted into a couple of open seats in row 7. With these new and improved seats we could really enjoy the game! Man, I love me some hockey!

There was lots of brawling and roughhousing between the two teams - I loved it! The Islanders won with a 2-1 victory over Anaheim. After the game, we got bundled up and prepared to leave the Coliseum and head home. The iguana had other plans for us. On our way to the car, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a giant red sign reading, "Marriott". I felt butterflies in my belly. "I bet that's where the Ducks are staying", I told Mystic. "I bet there's a bar inside, maybe a nice lounge...wanna' go Duck-hunting?" We giggled with schoolgirl delight and made a mad dash for the hotel.

By our second round of drinks, the Ducks were arriving, and I was really thrilled with myself for this brilliant little plan! What happened from that point forward is sort of a blur: Rum runners, SoCo & lime, and the kind of conversations that memories are made of.

You see, a night at the hockey game is never just a night at the hockey game: it's a fothermuckin' adventure!

Praise be to the iguana.

Amen.

Breaker Photoshoot!!!

We (BREAKER) had out first photo shoot with the new line-up today! Zena of Logan Pro Photo shot us and did an amazing job. We had a blast being wise asses around Hollywood. Here's a little Breaker outtake that I happen to be quite amused by:


We'll be posting the new photos tomorrow on MySpace.com/BreakerMusic.

I Got My Hurr Did.

Before: Washed out n' shaggy carrot top

After: Ch-Ch-Cherry Cola Craziness

The colors aren't very vibrant in this new pic, but not to worry: they be bright! My stylist, Bryan, referred to them as Root Beer and Reservoir Dogs Red. I like the idea of my hair making people think of a big, fabulous, cinematic bloodbath. 

Of course, there is a lot more to this story, and it will have to wait till tomorrow. Sex and the City and a big pile of nachos are calling my name.

Baby Heil.

I've been meaning to post this for a while - my baby Heil microphone. I have no idea what I'll ever do with this thing, but she sure is cute:

Liz Granite + Heil Microphones = True Love

Just Another Friday Night

For the sake of my sanity, I'll keep it short and sweet. 

I go to see Lukas Rossi at The Mint with Will and D-Cell. Lukas gives an incredible acoustic performance and afterwards invites us to The Abbey. Hilarity ensues...

Rock n' roll never looked so gay, and D-Cell never looked so uncomfortable. 

Good times!

The $384 Lesson

Yesterday I ventured into strange territory: the other side of the hill. I had an appointment with a client in Santa Monica before I was scheduled to meet Mystic Diva at LACMA for an afternoon of cultural delight, followed by dinner at Campanile for a little grilled cheese delight. Getting there from Santa Monica turned out to take longer than I had anticipated; I don't know if it was holiday traffic or if everybody just decided simultaneously to drive really, really slow, but it took so long to maneuver through the throngs of snail-paced cars that I inevitably arrived late.

In a mad rush to find my friend who had been waiting nearly an hour for me, I grabbed a spot on Wilshire, loaded up the meter, and ran towards the museum. Mystic told me I could park in the lot for $7, but I thought "screw that, I got a spot for $2". She was calm as ever, not the least bit perturbed (as I imagine I would be), and we went on our merry way.

The museum was not my favorite. It felt stiff, rigid, and contrived. I much prefer The Getty or The Met. After almost two hours of Indonesian tapestries, Fabiola, and Masculinity & Sport, we'd had enough. We had an hour to spare before our dinner reservations and decided Starbucks was a good place to spend it. I volunteered to drive.

Only when we went to get my car, it was gone. It was the last in a long block of cars that were all gone too. Mystic kept asking, "Are you sure you parked on Wilshire?" I was sure. I stopped to read the sign that stated "Anti-Gridlock Zone: No Stopping After 4 pm". Ooops.

A few phone calls later, we found that my car was miles across town, would cost $239 to get out, and that we had to get it before dinner, otherwise it would have to wait until the morning and cost an additional $39. With 45 minutes until our dinner reservation, Mystic and I jumped in her Honda and tore ass across LA. 

It was a quick and easy process of getting my car back - I.D., Gold Card, and a couple signatures. Much to my surprise though, the fun didn't end there - there was a parking ticket for $145 stuck under my windshield wiper! My trip to that stinkin' museum had cost me $384 - and to think, I could have paid $7 and called it a day.

While happily munching on my grilled cheese at Campanile, I vowed to myself to pay for parking from now on. Thank you, City of Los Angeles. Consider this a lesson learned.