I finally started a Podcast after all these years of meaning to. It is hosted on Anchor BUT also appears on:
Yes, the Pandemic has destroyed my business and I am groveling for help for my Son and I:
If you CAN help, please do. Here is the link to my first ever Go-Fund-Me:
Frank Zappa alum Ike Willis (singer/guitarist) is facing extreme financial strain during this Pandemic. He has zero income and I am helping him by promoting his Go Fund Me for campaign. Ike worked with Frank Zappa from 1978 to 1988 and is a favorite amongst Zappa fans. He is a dear friend of mine, I LOVE Ike and his wife Denise.
Yes we are all going through hard times but if you CAN help, please do. All donations go directly to Ike and I know for a fact he personally sends Thank you emails to everyone who donates. Here is the link: https://gf.me/u/x3whjk
I have been asked by HUNDREDS of Professional Massage Therapists in the USA, Canada, Europe and Australia and New Zealand to let Concert Promoters and Touring Band managers know they do not want to work for “$1 per minute”. Many of them say the same thing “this rate is TWO DECADES old!” and “Why should we be backstage and only get paid when someone is on on our table? What about the time when no one is on the table?” and my favorite complaint was: “The postage stamp no longer costs Ten Cents. Gas no longer cost $1 per gallon. Inflation affects everyone. We want to earn PER HOUR. Not per minute. It is insulting!”
I agree with them 100%. It is not their fault that people are too busy to get onto the table for a massage. They do not get paid when there are no clients on the table. They SHOULD be paid per hour. Many top acts hire promoters to sort out massage service backstage. The Artists have no idea that the therapists are being paid so badly. Sometimes the therapists are backstage for 7 hours and only earn $45 because there was only 45 minutes of “active massage”. This is worse than minimum wage. This is called TAKING ADVANTAGE.
Please spread the word that Professional Massage Therapists spend thousands of dollars for their schooling, then about $400 for a good massage table and it is a slap in their face to expect them to stand around for FREE waiting for your crew to find time to get onto the table. They deserve to be paid PER HOUR as everyone’s time is worth something. Not just the artist and management. I am going to bat for these Therapists as I KNOW how hard they work.
They are worth every penny.
To book me, email email@example.com and write “Leia/LA” in the subject line
Aloha! My name is Leia (like “Princess Leia” from Star Wars).
I fell in love with massage therapy at the tender age of 15, when I volunteered to massage for the IronMan World Triathlon in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. After 6 hours of massaging tri-athletes from around the world, I got a crash course in what it takes. It was a very gratifying experience.
I am trained in Swedish, Deep Tissue, Myofascial Release, Sports, and Pregnancy massage modalities. I work closely along chiropractors, professional athletes, and rehab patients on a daily basis. I am strong and have a passion to heal. Originally from Hawaii, I bring the Aloha Spirit and pass it on to you.
Active as an International Pin-Up Model & Burlesque Performer, Leia is the sister of a professional heavy metal drummer, the sister of a professional hula dancer and beauty queen, and the daughter of a rockin’ helicopter pilot sprung from the Vietnam War. I, myself, have a Bachelor’s Degree in Theatre and have been singing since the age of 10.
*Available for tour <3
Desmond received a very thoughtful gift from our dear friend Steve Vai– a star named after him. We love the Vai family- great peeps
When Desmond grows up he will appreciate this wonderful gift. So happy
It’s been a long time since I posted a blog other than introducing a new Dot-Bot. Life got too busy for my blogging fingers. Used to LOVE to blog but then hurricane Desmond came into my life 🙂
He is now almost 5 years old (August 20th is his birthday) and I love him soooooo much. He brings me happiness everyday. He says the funniest things- I just can’t even believe.
Last night he said “you can not get old Mama. I might not love you if you get old. Stay like this please Mama” and I said “well everyone gets old Desmond. Or they die. Do you want me to get old and be around or do you want me to die like Muny. Then you will never see me again if I die” and he said “umm, well just don’t get old. What is this about Getting Old
that everyone wants to do it? Why do they want to get old anyways?” hahaha. I said “well no one WANTS to get old, it is just part of life my cutie”. And he said I want to not get old”
So funny how little kids are so honest and how their questions and thoughts make us grown-ups think again and laugh out loud. He is such a blessing and I savor every minute
of everyday even though I am walking around so tired I FEEL like I am gonna die lol.
Probably would make some people annoyed but I let him sleep in my bed. He HAS a bed but refuses to stay in it. He wants to sleep next to mama. And he is a restless sleeper. omg. He kicks, tosses, turns, wants a sip of water; wakes to make sure I am here next to him. Looking at him right now; the little angel. Of course I felt this way when my daughter Jasmine was his age too but nothing compares to the love between a Mother and Son. It’s the same between a Father and Daughter I hear. Mommy’s little Boy and Daddy’s little girl they say. Well in my case, it stands true. Oh how it does. He shows me unconditional love that makes my heart swell with happiness (except in the supermarket sometimes lol – where if I do NOT buy the toy of his desire he throws a wobbler (tantrum) that seems like he has retracted any love for me hahaha).
I would do anything for my children, anytime, anywhere, it’s all for them. Every dime I earn I would gladly give to them. Best love in the world. So happy. Mind you, if I could buy sleep, I would be bankrupt in a heart beat 🙂
Not easy having a 4 year old at my age. Oh Come on, you know I am no Spring Chicken anymore. Just wish I had 10 little children to take care of but you know how expensive life is and taking care of kids is dear (expensive). So I just savor this one and give him all of my love and attention. I have to wait until he goes to bed (usually late at night!) to start working (the 800+ emails I receive everyday and I mean, every SINGLE day) have to be taken care of otherwise they back up and then the next day I have twice as many. And every parent (who is NOT a Millionaire) knows there is the daily grind at home with house work… trash, laundry, dishes, floors, shopping, cooking, etc..Very hard to maintain friendships or any sort of physical activity. But that is reality when you choose to be a parent. Plus we ALL know I have had quite a run up until then, like up until about 2010, I had so much freedom and so many adventures- well my daughter was grown by then and I was free to travel, work, work out, sing, SLEEP etc 🙂 So it was a HUGE adjustment to be where I am at right now.
Hoping to get my book done SOON. Calling my book “Before I forget” because face it, I need to get my adventures in writing, before I get to old and freakin’ forget. Just my photographs alone need to be published for all to enjoy. I am sort of like the Rock and Roll cinderella or the Forrest Gump of Rock and Roll, these tid-bits need to be shared.
But where would these spare hours come from? Who knows. I barely have time to sleep- ever. Maybe when Desmond starts school this coming Sept. But I was hoping to use those hours to sleep and recover. Head still hurts from those two pesky Brain surgeries I had.. August 2016 and January 2017.. remember? I had two tumors removed.. huge process. And really had minimal help at home to recover, well it was never enough help, especially the first time in August, I was up cooking my own meals and doing housework and alone with Desmond most of the time. It was hell but it kept me so busy I didn’t notice the pain like most people would have. NO Pain killers apart from a few Tylenol PM’s, but then hardly even any of those. Not a fan of drugs of any kind. I threw a full, unopened bottle of Percaset (spelling?) away that my brain surgeon gave me. Did not even want to try one. So afraid of being hooked on such things. Like what happened to Prince. Sad.
I did have help the 2nd time around, but it was never enough. My friend Steve moved in for a while to help with Desmond. I got to sleep a bit more than I normally would. But taking care of Desmond literally requires 3 adults full time lol. Anyone who knows me well, knows this fact. “Takes a village to raise a child” is correct. Sadly I have ZERO relatives in my state. They all live super far away- NH, GA, FLA, CT… no one around. And friends are too busy too; swamped in their own lives, so it’s brutal.
Anyways, I am rambling on.. gotta sleep, just checking in to vent and gush about my little Son who I adore so much. Daughter lives in Germany and I barely see her but that’s life- when they grow up, they live their own lives so cherish them while you can
^ My Daughter and Son together. Pure bliss <3