Still in Berlin and I have no good excuse for the lack of blogging except the dial up connection makes it take hours to do so. I have accomplished many good things during this trip, like shipping a lot of my stuff to NYC which means my move back to the US is slowly but surely looking permanent. I will fly back to NYC on October 29th, just in time for a killer karaoke Halloween.
I know I want to stay in the US but as long as Jasmine thrives here in Berlin, I have to have one foot here per say, as well. All of my huge framed rock star pictures are now on a boat heading towards Manhattan. The flat will finally look like the Hard Rock Cafe it’s meant to be.
‘Rolling Stone’- ITALY called yesterday for a one hour phone interview. They will print a whole page story with a few pictures of me and my favorite star clients for the December issue. The reporter who called was very cool. His name was Michele, which is exactly how my OTHER sister spells her name. I thought all the while a chick would be calling me, much to my surprise; ‘Michele’ is a guy. I made him laugh the whole time so it should be a fun read.
A very odd thing has happened to me over the last few days. A girl named Alicia contacted me, asking me if I remember her from school. I was like, which school? I went to 15 different schools in the standard 12 years us Yanks have to endure. She went on to say, 9th and 10th grade, in Virginia Beach, Va. OH, I wrote back, you mean the preppy girl with dark hair? ‘Yes, that’s me’ she answered.
The hairs on the back of my neck were already standing up when she confirmed it was her. She was in a couple of my classes and I was jealous of her because she looked so clean, so looked after, so rich, so proper, so god dammed perfect. I couldn’t even imagine her on the crapper, you know what I mean? I was dressing like Riff Randal from the film “Rock and Roll High School” starring the Ramones.
I had checkered Vans (sneakers!), dyed purple jeans with safety pins all over them and at the strip near the beach, I wore the tiniest white bikini money could buy. My half dad and step mom had their hands full with my sister and brothers, so I had a HUGE amount of freedom. I was wild, playing Janet every weekend at the Mall’s cinema “Rocky Horror Picture Show” show. While the film played, our cast acted it out on stage. If you have seen this film, you will know, Janet didn’t wear much in most of the flick. I also went to a few concerts a week. The whole school knew about me meeting bands, in other words, I appalled her with my wild rock and roll ways and she appalled me with her squeaky clean looks and manners. One day at the strip she and her mom were driving along and spotted me and my gal pals strutting our shit and pulled up to say hi and their draws dropped when they got a look at what we weren’t wearing. The next day she told me she could never dress like that.
MEOW! We were like good kitty/ bad kitty. Anyways, after a few emails, she explained her life has changed so much since then and she thanked me for rubbing some of my rock and roll ways onto her ‘clean’ sweater. Now she is a singer/song writer out in Hollywood. We have so much in common: her parents died sadly in a car crash; both of my parents died very tragically (my biological father shot his head off; mom basically took her own life). Rather then wallowing in self-pity, we both got very ambitious and chose music/show biz (in one way or another). It is so strange, especially, get this, our birthdays. We were born EXACTLY the same day, month, and YEAR! How odd is that after 20 years our paths cross again and we find out we aren’t as different as we thought back in school. I told her I hate LA but will come out to visit her around Turkey day. I have a few other folks out there I have to visit anyways, but now at least I have a gal pal to hang out with. As soon as Tammy (the woman who brought us together per email) finishes her web site, I will post her site on my blog, until then, feast your eyes on Alicia:
I will massage her for putting me up during my stay in LA. She said she will show me around. I warned her, I am NY, not LA! I have an attitude and refuse to brown nose. Hate all that ass kissing that goes on out there in Tinsel Town. We’ll see how it goes, I am open minded, I’ll give it one more chance. But for now, I’m homeward bound.
‘Tonight I’ll sing my songs again, I’ll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me, in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness and harmony, I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound
Home, where my thoughts escape, at home, where my music’s playin’
Home, where my love lies waitin’ silently for me’
Simon and Garfunkel