Erin LMT#5390 Intuitive, nurturing, and experienced Therapist who specializes in Neuromuscular Therapy or "Trigger Point" Therapy, which is a modality that pinpoints constrictions or "knots" in the body, and releases the contracted muscle in a way that is patient , and not painful to the client. Erin has advanced NMT training in Cervical Spine injuries and Low-Back Pain, which are major causes of Migraine headaches and Sciatica. Erin’s techniques are intuitive, gentle, and nurturing, yet very deep. She loves what she does, and it shows! Erin is proud to introduce ASHIATSU to the Albuquerque area, which is Oriental Bar Therapy! "Ashi" means "foot", and "Atsu" means "massage". Erin is suspended from beams on the ceiling, and uses her feet on the body creating a push-pull effect on the tissues that promotes the deepest, most luxurious massage on the planet! This modality is especially great for body builders, Athletes, or big men who cannot find someone to give a "deep enough" massage. Ashiatsu can be done only in Erin's office, being that the beams are not portable. You can book me at info@drdot.com write "Erin/New Mexico" in the subject line please 🙂
So it's been a while since I've seen my friend Jill. She is from London but her Mom was from Barbados. She has a sweet English accent and is a total rock chick. You may remember her from my Motorhead Blog . She lives in London but comes back to NYC often as she has a flat in Brooklyn. Anyways, even though she may not LOOK like a rocker, she is. Whenever we go out to karaoke, she sings Led Zepp or some other hard core rock band. She tells it like it is and I adore her.
I WILL pass the scratch and sniff test.
"Every girl's crazy bout a sharp dressed man" ^
"she only comes out a night, The lean and hungry type Nothing is new, Ive seen her here before Watching and waiting Shes sitting with you but her eyes are on the door….ooo wooo, here she
comes, watch out boy, she'll chew you up, woooo oooh here she comes,
she's a man eater"
Ok. let me explain who THAT^ is. I have been going to Iggy's karaoke bar for a few years and Mariam is a fixture in the joint. She never shows up until after midnight, when all guys are good and drunk and sure enough, this sugar mama scores every time. She absolutely LOVES my friend Jonesy, but it's been so long since he's been there (and his hair is darker now) she didn't even recognize him last time we went in to sing. She kept comin up to him saying "don't I know you?" and he tried to avoid eye contact as she really crowds him ALL night. He even had the DJ call him under his real name "Chris" so she wouldn't suspect that it was really him. heh heh.
Jill on the mic. Sandwiched by two NYC men
I could not stop laughing at Jill giving Jacob (below) shit for farting in my car. She was BRUTAL on the poor guy.
Looks better than he smells ^ Jacob, aka "Mr. Farty pants"
Told Jacob to "get an enema to clean out your smelly rancid fucking ASS!"
After karaoke we had an after hours party in my car. Burning herbs and incense to make my car smell nicer, and to TRY and combat our pal Jacob's GAS problem (which smelt like a year old bag of hard boiled eggs). Had we lit a match in my car, it would have surely exploded. He LOVES Led Zepp and Hendrix, as do Jill and I so it is fun hanging out and jammin with him but daaaaaaaaaaaaam. My eyes were watering from his smelly ass. I am starting to think this bout of Bronchitis I have wasn't triggered by jogging in the cold, but from inhaling his lethal gas. FUCK!! Yet another downside of going out to Irish pubs to sing karaoke.
St. Patricks Day in NYC smells like a fuming compost heap of beans, beer and rotten eggs inside stinky socks by the way. Not for the faint of heart or people who have excellent sense of smell like me. Sorry if I am making your stomach turn, but you know how misery loves company…
I am working on a few more blogs since I am home sick so lets see how much I get done. Fucking bloody cold here in NYC, we got hammered by snow AGAIN. Mother Nature is on a rampage. I still hear Florida calling my name "Dot, come back, bake in the sun" but I also hear Berlin calling "Dot come back and freeze in the miserable below zero Berlin winter" ha ha. Oh the choices.
This is a continuation of my Key West winter 2008 blog. Part one is HERE
(and I wrote about Key West a couple years ago too, if you want to see that BLOG )
Video I made of this trip ^
So, I am staying at one of the Heron House hotels in Key West. GORGEOUS and expensive (the whole area is super pricey). I asked for the quietest room they have and I got the loudest room you can possibly have the first night. If you like quiet, do NOT stay in room 42 of the Heron House. It is directly over the office and the gate and doors are slammed every few seconds. AND it smells of serious mold. They moved me the next morning into another room which is extremely silent, no smells at all and is heaven on earth (squeaky wheel always gets the oil). This above is room 42. Awesome location, but as I said, smelly and loud (but very clean). Manager said most places smell of mold down here as it's so humid.
My feet are loving the sunshine and fresh air. If I could only find a massage here..
I can't believe how big the tits are in the store mannequins here. wtf? The times they are a changin'
Above ^ Duvall street, which is said to be the longest street in the usa (but I heard that about a street in Manchester, NH too.. hmmmm.
I've been here pretty much every night since I have been here. Creature of habit, microphone whore. This place has karaoke every night and the sound and crowd, are kickin'. If you like seafood, you will love it here, but I hate it and stick to the salad.
Brian is the Karaoke DJ, originally from Connecticut (one of the many that "escape" to Key West and start a new life). The dark haired guy got nuts singing "touch me" by the Doors and ripped his shirt off (amazing abs) but the bouncer made him get his top back on right away, booo! hissssss! He is from Ohio and came with his two female buddies (below). I hung out with them but I forget everyone's names.
Originally from Ohio, these cuties now live in Ft. Meyers Florida (they came together with the dark haired fellow up above). I will give them nick names and choose characters from Sex and the City that most suit their personalities. The girl on the left in the brown top would be Carrie, girl on the right (who can sing her ASS off) would be Charlotte for sure. Dark haired bloke, well, he would be Smith. Me? Samantha, of course (apart from the fact I HATE fashion).
Look how sweet Charlotte's feet are.
Even though Charlotte (and Carrie) is a school teacher and dresses really prim and proper, she was whipping that games ASS. Seems like she is no stranger to the rifle. Her voice by the way, is like butter.
Continuing along with the Sex and the city name game, this would be Mr. Big (aka Roderick easier to remember a GIANTS name) sitting on the biggest tree I have ever seen. He joined us. He is from Holland and is about 6' 4" so he towered over us, like this tree. LOTS of Europeans in Key West. LOADS. You would think it would be predominantly Latinos because Key West is closer to Cuba than it is to Miami, but it's not. In fact, Miami is loaded with Spanish speaking folks; not so in Key West. The music scene is really different too. I HATED Miami (lots of disco/techno/house music) and well, I was in on South Beach and it was just a heaving meat market which is fine for some, but I didn't like the vibe. Everyone is too perfect, too on display, too competitive. In Key West, people chill and the music, well, old time rock and roll rules. A bit too much Jimmy Buffet but it comes with the territory. In NYC you hear too much Sinatra; in Key West it's Mr. Buffet. (not a fan of either, although I do respect them).
Me looking like a snotty Fag Hag ^ shopping with Mr. Big (who looks a LOT like a German friend I know named Tarzan).
Typical sight on Duvall street. Anything for a buck. Naked Cowboy, look out, you have competition.
Actually, now that I think about it, I am SURE the real Naked Cowboy goes South for the winter (can't imagine him standing in Times Square at this time of year). THIS picture of the real Naked Cowboy actually looks like he is standing on Duvall street..
Duvall street ^
Duvall street has LOADS of performers, beggars, tarot card readers, body painters, tourist, BARS, shops and homeless folks who left their lives behind to live in which most people call Paradise. The homeless are kind of a drag as if you don't give them spare change, they snap at you and give you shit (try loudly to make you feel guilty). If you are here for a week, you can't give everyone on Duvall street spare change that asks you, or you will soon be on Duvall street begging for spare change too (same thing with Haight street in San Fran)
Most every bar down here has live music all day and all night, 7 days a week and this band was taking a break but their mascot was keeping the guitar case warm. CUTE!
There are free roaming roosters/chickens every where you look and listen here. They are protected by the law and some hate them and some love them. They crow all the time and I think it's sweet, but the locals seem to consider them irritating pests. You will also see several Geckos, Lizards and Cats walking around. This place is like a little zoo. purrrrrrrrrrrr.
A few blocks from my hotel is one of the beaches (Key West is an island, but some areas only have boats- no beach). Anyways, I walked here thinking I could have a swim, but instead I felt I was invading the homeless folks private beach. You can see them napping and hanging around and the men were trying their best to chat me up and get me to hang out and give them money and/or food but I had neither of those on me and just kept walking. They look really weathered and smell of alcohol, I feel really bad for them and wonder what each one's story is. Where they are originally from? How long have they been here? I read in a book I bought called "Quit your job and move to Key West" by Christopher Shulz that the "homeless get around $100 per day so don't feel bad for them as they earn as much as most bartenders do"
Lots of rich people come to play here. They spend their winters here and park their yachts in this area. Big contrast going on. Wealth and homeless. It HAS to get you thinking. If not you are surely numb.
Salt water, I love thee.
I met lots of people here so far and this cutie ^ is one of the hottest women I have ever seen. She is from Russia and a bartender at Ricks. GORGEOUS.
I think Rick's is where all the pretty ^ people hang out (Key West attracts lots of Gay men- I wonder if he is or not?) "How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?" The Beatles
Lori, a native (aka Conch) loves karaoke too and she and I have been singing together almost nightly since I have been here. I had originally planned to come with a few girlfriends (co-workers too) but no one could get time off or cough up the dough for hotel/flights so I followed through and came alone. BEST way to meet people is to go alone. It doesn't bother me one bit to be alone. I recently told one of my closest friends that I am never lonely or bored and he said "that sounds so cold!". What the fuck ever. If you are happy in your own skin, love your life and have enough to keep you busy, you shouldn't have time to get bored or lonely. Clingy, dependent and lonely does not suit me. Am I a freak? If so, oh well, I am a freak. I don't get lonely or bored. PERIOD. This doesn't mean I don't miss certain loved ones when I am not with them, it just means I enjoy the moment. If that is wrong, then I guess I am wrong. But I can't/won't change.
The bouncer at Two Friends is from Georgia (the country). I showed him the pic of me and his President and since then he has been spoiling me. He asked me to pose with him and also wanted a copy of the pic of his President and I to show his friends back home. Super nice guy.
The DJ at Rick's took this picture of me singing TNT (ac/dc) and just emailed it to me ^
Will work for food?
"there may come a time you can even take your clothes off when you dance" FZ
Exit Only.
Remember how I said no one really notices Christmas down here? Guess I was wrong ^
But overall, this is the best place EVER to avoid Christmas stress. There are LOADS of Jews down here too by the way (they don't do Christmas either! :).. Straight from Israel too. Most of the shops are owned by them. Great time to get deals as no one is spending. I got a great pair of shorts for $5!
My two favorite places to eat here are The Cafe (amazing healthy, mostly Vegetarian place) and "915" which has the best wine in Key West and the food is DELISH. BUT it is pricey.
After reading more of "Quit your job and move to Key West" I thought about it but one thing would prevent me from ever moving there.. NO CONCERTS! There are tiny cover bands in every bar on every corner, but Ac/Dc or Steve Vai, etc, would never come play there as there is simply no venue for that. Closest would be Miami and I wouldn't want to drive 3 hours or catch a flight each time a band I love or have to work on comes to Miami. Pffft. See how much trouble music can cause? ha ha. Just kidding.
I made a few videos and will string them together once I get back to NYC..
Anyways, gotta run, literally- great place for jogging. OH, this place is perfect for rollerblading and bicycling too (you can rent bikes every where as well as mopeds). NO need to rent a car, the island is only 2 miles by 4 miles. Walk it baby.
UPDATE:
I am back home in NYC now and my stomach is still feeling uneasy. UNFORTUNATELY I didn't get to the part of that book I bought until too late, that explains "All drinking water flows into the Florida Keys within a single 36-inch diameter pipe. Kind of like a giant garden hose". It also explains that the water is tainted with Fecal e-coli bacteria, etc.. hello!! I was drinking the tap water most of the time and my belly felt like there was a war going on inside. NOW I know why. SO if you are heading to Key West, please do NOT drink the tap water.
I decided there are 3 reasons I would/could never move there:
1) No rock stars: NO big concerts- the Who or the Stones would/could never play there. No space.
2) Drinking water is dirty. I drink so much water, I would have to get another full time job just to quence my never ending thirst
3) It is over 90 degrees Fahrenheit every day from May – September and the humidity will make you sweat like a pig the second you leave your house- some say without an air conditioner, you would die.
Oh well, guess I will be one of those winter visitors from now on
Snowed in thanks to yesterday’s storm and trying to catch up on the hundreds of unanswered emails, helping Jasmine get ready for her trip and my trip to Florida is also coming up next week (one week in the sun, oh hells yeah!). I choose to escape the stress and boredom called Christmas. Lying on the beach finally getting some daylight (haven’t seen it in weeks) and relaxing – well I am sure I will have crackberry in hand or at least close by.
Can’t help but scoff at the news that the little girl Caylee Anthony’s body was found and her Mom is just busy ordering Pork rinds in jail. Psycho bitch definitely killed her own child. OMG. Why should tax payers pay to keep this scoundrel alive? Killing your own child? Buh Bye. UGH.This story makes me sick.
Gotta turn the TV off before I puke. Anyways, Catherine, my buddy and massage assistant was in NYC for a few days and we traded massages over and over again, pure bliss. prrrrrrrrrrr. If I had my way, I would get 4 hours of massage a day. I LOVE it.
Blogs I have in front of me are still my Italy blog (loads of pictures), Ac/Dc, Project Object, Flogging Molly and Joe (guitar GOD) Satriani. As well as a few “Ask Dr. Dot” blogs. Maybe I will get more down done in FLA where I will have peace and quiet (going alone!).
Last night at around 10 minutes past midnight (it had just turned Dec 8th), I drove to 72nd street, corner of Central Park west to the Dakota building. There was NO ONE around, not even a guard. I sat in my car blasting Hide your love away, feeling eeire- thinking this is the same spot John Lennon was shot in 1980. Imagining that horrible scene gives you a nasty chill, especially when you are at the scene of the crime. Then an overwhelming feeling of sadness comes over you. Hard to describe, you just have to visit the place to FEEL what I mean.
Every year on Dec 8th Beatles fans gather in Strawberry Fields to sing Beatles and John Lennon songs. I got there around 7 pm at night, it was naturally dark and FREEZING BEYOND belief (20 degrees fahrenheit/-1 celcius) AND it was windy as FOOK.
The bitter weather didn't stop the vigil. Every one sings along to the 5 or 6 guitarist who were in the middle of the circle they formed around the Imagine mosaic. I went alone, didn't know anyone there- and just sang along with everyone, as you do. It felt SO NICE to be around other Beatle fans. SO FUCKING AWESOME.
It was extremely difficult to get a picture or get anywhere close to the middle.. so many swarmed around it.. I had to stand on tippie-toes and take these pictures (not a place to get even slightly pushy so you just wait and try)
Not sure how long the guitarists were all there, but I could only take an hour of the brutal cold. My toes were frozen solid and I had a hard time walking back to my car as my toes would not bend anymore; I looked like marching soldier the way I was walking, lol, trying to avoid bending icy toes out of fear they would have snapped in two lol. Only hardcore Beatles freaks were there, you could tell. Everyone knew every word to every song and people were even making the electric guitar notes in 'Something'
When I left they were in the middle of 'Let it be'. No sign of Yoko this year. She did come out to the vigil in 2005 though.
After the vigil I went to an amazing wine bar and met some wonderful new friends. You just never know who you will meet in this city. Then I met up with Jonesy and we went and did some karaoke. I sang "Helter Skelter" as my Beatles tune for the night. I wore a Beatles shirt too to show love. John Lennon; gone but never, ever forgotten. Mark David Chapman – may you rot in hell.
My name is Leanna, and I am a massage therapist and a musician based out of Venice Beach, California (Los Angeles area). I have been giving relaxing and healing massages since I was a child (my mom, who has an amazing touch, taught me, and from then on, I started massaging my family and friends). After going to school at Chapman University for music, I attended CalCopa Massage Therapy School in Huntington Beach to learn more about the healing arts. I continue to develop this passion through practice and experience, developing a following of clients who constantly say that my work is “the best massage they’ve ever had.” I will relax and restore your body from head to toe while gracefully alleviating shoulder, neck, back, hip, arm, and every other muscle pain you can think of. Many clients come to me for chronic pain, as my strong hands can find knots and work them out. I give my clients what their bodies want and need: a completely restored, pain-free, relaxed body – thus creating more capability for creativity.
I heard about Dr. Dot when I was in my first band in High School. Since I was playing or thinking about music most of the time, I was often around musicians. I have always had a passion for massage, and I would always be the one giving back massages, doing neck stretches, arm and hand massages, etc., because I understand the areas that musicians need most, being one myself. A couple of years ago, a friend of mine from a San Francisco band told me about Dr. Dot, and I visited her website for more information. Dr. Dot’s story was inspiring to me, as I have often thought about finding a way to connect my two greatest passions, music and massage (which I believe are both forms of healing, expression, and art). The opportunity to be a part of Dr. Dot’s team is something I have been looking forward to for years!
My specialties: Deep Tissue Swedish Massage: can be relaxing and deep, OR relaxing and light, if you prefer Hot Stone Massage: massage done with warm stones in the palms of my hands—can be light or deep—great for cold weather! Trigger Point Therapy: finding those knots that hurt when you press down on them and getting rid of that pain! Trigger points are usually found in the neck and shoulders and cause back, neck, arm and hand pain Thai Massage: involves lots of yoga stretches/positions—great for alleviating leg and hip pain Shiatsu: Japanese form of massage that uses acupressure and follows the meridians of the body—also incorporates hand/foot reflexology My style combines all of these techniques to create one amazing massage, completely unique and specific to YOU. You won’t be disappointed if you hire me!
I am available for tours. Email me: info@drdot.com and put "Leanna/LA" in subject line and it will reach me instantly 🙂
Go here and look at this http://forthebenefitofmrbuffet.blogspot.com/ I'm playing every original Beatles song (189 in total) in one day on ukulele, At Spike Hill in Wiliamsburg, Brooklyn, Sunday, Dec 7, 2008, noon to midnight. I need Singers! Here's the set list, Write back to me and claim your songs. We are doing them in alphabetical order and will confirm and hopefully rehearse with you in advance. You can bring a band or just let me accompany you on uke, the only provision being we play the song in the same key as The Beatles. i don't mind slowing down or speeding up but changing keys 189 times is just too much.
Across The Universe The Beatles 3:44 All I've Got To Do The Beatles All My Loving The Beatles 2:12 All Together Now The Beatles 2:09 All You Need Is Love G The Beatles 3:48 And I Love Her The Beatles 2:31 And Your Bird Can Sing The Beatles 2:02 Another Girl Anytime At All The Beatles 2:13 Ask Me Why The Beatles 2:24 Baby You're A Rich Man C The Beatles 3:01 Baby's In Black The Beatles Back in the USSR The Beatles 2:43 The Ballad Of John And Yoko Because Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite D- Birthday Blackbird The Beatles 2:18 Blue Jay Way C Can't Buy Me Love The Beatles 2:15 Carry That Weight The Beatles 1:37 Come Together The Beatles The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill A Day In The Life G The Beatles 5:34 Day Tripper The Beatles 2:48 Album Dig A Pony The Beatles 3:55 Let it Be Dig It The Beatles 0:50 Let It Be PM Do You Want To Know A Secret Doctor Robert The Beatles Don't Bother Me The Beatles 2:26 Don't Let Me Down The Beatles 3:35 Don't Pass Me By The Beatles 3:50 Drive My Car The Beatles 2:28 1962-1967 Eight Days A Week The Beatles 2:48 Eleanor Rigby E- The Beatles 2:06 The End The Beatles 2:20 Abbey Road Every Little Thing The Beatles 2:05 Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me and My Monkey Fixing A Hole F The Beatles 2:37 Flying C 2:17 The Fool On The Hill Magical Mystery Tour For No One Aflat The Beatles For You Blue The Beatles 2:56 From Me To You The Beatles 1:56 Get Back The Beatles 3:12 Getting Better C Girl The Beatles 2:34 Rex M Glass Onion The Beatles 2:18 Rex M Golden Slumbers, Carry That Weight, The End Good Day Sunshine B/A Rex M Good Morning Good Morning A Rex M Good Night The Beatles 3:12 Rex M Got to Get You Into My LIfe G Rex M Happiness Is A Warm Gun Rex M A Hard Day's Night G Rex M Hello Goodbye C The Beatles 3:30 Help! The Beatles 2:18 Helter Skelter The Beatles 4:30 Her Majesty D The Beatles 0:23 PM Here Comes The Sun The Beatles 3:06 Here There And Everywhere G Hey Bulldog The Beatles 3:14 Hey Jude The Beatles 7:03 Hold Me Tight The Beatles 2:33 Honey Pie The Beatles 2:40 I Am The Walrus A The Beatles 4:35 I Call Your Name The Beatles 2:05 I Me Mine The Beatles 2:26 Let It Be I Need You The Beatles 2:31 I Saw Her Standing There The Beatles 2:55 I Should Have Known Better The Beatles 2:44 I Wanna Be Your Man The Beatles 1:59 I Wanna Hold Your Hand I Want To Tell You A The Beatles 2:24 I Want You (She's So Heavy) The Beatles 7:48 I Will The Beatles 1:46 I'll Be Back The Beatles 2:22 I'll Cry Instead The Beatles 1:48 I'll Follow The Sun The Beatles 1:51 I'll Get You The Beatles 2:03 I'm A Loser The Beatles 2:33 I'm Down The Beatles 2:32 I'm Happy Just to Dance With You I'm Looking Through You The Beatles 2:28 I'm Only Sleeping The Beatles 2:57 I'm So Tired The Beatles 2:03 I've Got A Feeling The Beatles I've Just Seen A Face The Beatles 2:07 If I Fell The Beatles 2:22 If I Needed Someone The Beatles 2:24
In My Life The Beatles 2:25 The Inner Light E flat The Beatles 2:58 It Won't Be Long The Beatles 2:11 It's All Too Much The Beatles 6:28 It's Only Love The Beatles 1:59 Julia The Beatles 2:54 Lady Madonna A The Beatles 2:17 PM Let it Be The Beatles 3:52 Little Child The Beatles 1:45 The Long and Winding Road The Beatles 3:35 Long, Long, Long The Beatles 3:04 Love Me Do The Beatles 2:24 Love You To C The Beatles 3:01 Lovely Rita E The Beatles 2:42 Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds A The Beatles 3:28 Maggie Mae The Beatles 0:41 Let It Be Magical Mystery Tour E The Beatles 2:49 Martha My Dear The Beatles 2:29 Maxwell's Silver Hammer The Beatles 3:27 Mean Mr. Mustard The Beatles 1:06 Michelle The Beatles 2:42 PM Misery The Beatles 1:50 Please Please Me Mother Nature's Son The Beatles 2:48 Mr Moonlight The Beatles 2:37 The Night Before The Beatles 2:37 No Reply The Beatles 2:17 Norwegian Wood The Beatles 2:03 Not A Second Time The Beatles 2:08 Nowhere Man The Beatles 2:44 Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da The Beatles 3:09 Octopus's Garden The Beatles 2:51 Oh! Darling The Beatles 3:26 Old Brown Shoe The Beatles 3:20 One After 909 The Beatles 3:09 Only A Northern Song The Beatles 2:44 P.S. I Love You The Beatles 2:06 Paperback Writer The Beatles 2:18 Penny Lane B The Beatles 2:59 2 Piggies The Beatles 2:01 Please Please Me The Beatles 2:05 Polythene Pam The Beatles 1:11 Rain The Beatles 3:02 Past Masters Rock Revolution The Beatles 3:24 Rocky Raccoon The Beatles 3:41 Run For Your Life The Beatles 2:19 Savoy Truffle The Beatles 2:55 Sexy Sadie The Beatles 3:15 She Came In Through The Bathroom Window She Loves You The Beatles 2:21 She Said She Said Bflat The Beatles 2:37 She's A Woman The Beatles 3:03 She's Leaving Home E The Beatles 3:35 Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Something The Beatles 3:16 Strawberry Fields Forever A The Beatles 4:07 Sun King The Beatles 2:26 PM Taxman D The Beatles 2:38 Tell Me What You See The Beatles 2:36 Tell Me Why The Beatles 2:10 Thank You Girl The Beatles 2:07 There's A Place The Beatles 1:53 Things We Said Today The Beatles 2:39 Think For Yourself The Beatles 2:19 This Boy The Beatles 2:16 Ticket to Ride The Beatles 3:10 Tomorrow Never Knows C The Beatles 2:58 Two Of Us The Beatles 3:36 Let It Be Wait The Beatles 2:17 Rubber Soul We Can Work It Out The Beatles 2:12 What Goes On The Beatles 2:46 What You're Doing The Beatles 2:31 When I Get Home The Beatles 2:18 When I'm Sixty Four C The Beatles 2:38 While My Guitar Gently Weeps The Beatles 4:45 Why Dont We Do It In The Road The Beatles 1:41 Wild Honey Pie The Beatles 1:01 With A Little Help From My Friends E Within You, Without You C Band The Word The Beatles 2:44 Yellow Submarine G The Beatles Yer Blues The Beatles 4:01 Yes It Is The Beatles 2:40 Yesterday The Beatles 2:05 You Can't Do That You Know My Name (Look up the Number You Like Me Too Much You Never Give Me Your Money You Won't See Me You're Going To Lose That Girl You've Got To Hide Your Love Away Your Mother Should Know C The Beatles 2:30
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Having inner turmoil more than ever lately. For example I went to sleep at 1PM today, as in, instead of going to bed at 6 or 7 am as I usually do, it's now getting to be noon or later. Then I have to sleep until 7 or 8pm to make any sense. It's not a deep sleep either, I can hear myself thinking of things I have to do, emails I have yet to answer, calls I still need to return.
I am pleased my massage team is getting more and more popular amongst touring bands- today we helped out Cold War Kids in Amsterdam, Elbow in Amsterdam and one of the Flogging Molly entourage, also in Amsterdam, as well as Dozens of other touring bands, I am literally drowning in work, but very often, one of my Dot Bots will report back and say she only made 45 euros backstage (1 euro per minute of massage) or some, sadly even say, they went there, set up, and the bands bus broke down and didn't arrive in time to get massages. One cheeky band even had Dot Bot come backstage, do the standard "one free back rub for management at each gig" then left a note on her table when she was washing hands that "no one else will have time for a massage, but you are more than welcome to watch show and hang out and party after". Pffft!!!!!
Then I have yet another ex Dot Bot (fired for being a traitor) busy trying to build a competitive massage team, naturally using my methods, contacts, even rules (she mistakenly tried to hire some of my current Dot Bots that aren't online yet and naturally they all sent me her emails which had MY contract with her heading on them) my rules, my instructions, everything. This bitch has been so busy recently turning her female production manager friends against me, and when they meet a Dot Bot on tour, like at a recent Danzig show, rips my Dot Bots face off, all out of fear of competition. What a backstabbing business this is. I started massaging rock stars back in 1982, I am pretty sure I am the first one to do so. Naturally, competition is expected, but being lied to and stabbed in the back from what I thought were loyal people, is sickening. UGH!!
If I dare leave the house for a while to go eat, work out, jog or god forbid, have some fun at karaoke once a month, I only come home to be punished by the now 800+ emails waiting for me to answer. Emails from people from all over the world wanting to join my massage/chiropractic team, emails from people asking love/sex/relationship advice, emails from the small amount of real friends I still have, emails from band managers, musicians themselves, relatives, omg, it never ends. I used to have hours to blog, write for my books, watch the occasional movie, but not anymore. I wanted to go to Thailand over Christmas, but I doubt that will ever happen. I got so far behind just from being in Boston for those two weeks- I STILL haven't even wrote my Boston blog (or even the full Rock am Ring blog from the summer). This isn't because I am sitting around on the sofa watching TV. It's because I am so swamped, so overwhelmed I don't even have time to wank anymore. I guess I am a work-o-holic. Better than being into drugs or alcohol, for sure, but it still affects the people around me (when I DO see other people). I keep hoping for the day that my massage team is in place, solid, and stays that way, but it changes every day. Some get pregnant, move to a place that would have no chance for massage work, quit because their man is too jealous of their contact with rock stars, get fierd for being a traitor or just find any old reason to quit ("job at the spa is too much now, I can't take anymore work") so then the task of finding an AMAZING replacement begins; auditions, interviews, loads of emails back and forth, etc. omg.
Ok, now I am done venting for now, the headache one gets for not receiving their daily green tee at the same time every day is pounding away so I have to get this last bit out before I sign off.
Thursday night I had dinner with Jasmine on 2nd ave, lower east side, where I have eaten Indian food for years, even as far back as when I was dating Joey Ramone (1983, 84, 85). I am pretty sure it is the same place Joey sings about in the song way below. Anyways, I had tried to invite Arturo to come eat with us, but he never answered his phone (found out later he is in Mexico for a couple weeks).
Arturo and I a few years ago ^ at the Niagra bar
Notice Arty left Marky's name out of the symbol ^
Anyways, Jasmine and I decided to go eat alone anyways, without Arturo. Sitting there starving, I was shocked/happy/surprised to see Marky Ramone and a friend walk in. I said "MARKY! Long time no see!" and he was like "Dr. Dot! What the hell!? ha ha". Anyways, I don't know why, I guess because of the commotion I said "funny you are here now, as I had been trying to reach Arty all night to ask him to come here too" and he snapped "NOT on good terms with Arty right now Dot!" he went on to explain all the gory details, the typical arguing that goes on when certain band members die and they other surviving members and associates feel the need to fight over what belongs to whom, etc. The same exact SHIT is going on with the Zappa family. So fucking sad how everyone can't just get along. sigh.
Taken Thursday night over Indian Food ^ "on the avenue"
Thing is, Arturo invented the Ramones logo years ago, he is their art director, friend, lighting director, etc, since the very beginning, and by the way, Marky is not even their original drummer, Tommy is. Sigh, I just try to stay neutral, I am extremely close to Arturo, he is like family to Jasmine and I, so naturally I felt uncomfy hearing his rants. I just grinned and bared it and changed the subject. The food, as always, was amazing and I felt Joey's presence that night. Not only was it strange I was wearing a Ramones shirt (just randomly threw it on) but Mark comes in and joins us, then Jasmine and I strolled Greenwich Village together and stopped to read RAMONES in cement, that someone obviously spent a lot of time on when it was wet. It was like every hour the Ramones were in our face, on our tongues, it was eery/fun/sad/strange. I was like, "HI JOEY!!! I can feel you! Miss you!"
"Hanging out on Second Avenue Eating chicken vindaloo I just want to be with you I just want to have something to do Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight Wait-Now Wait-Now
Hanging out all by myself Cause I don't want to be with anybody else I just want to be with you I just want to have something to do Tonight"
The Ramones
One last imagine, totally unrelated, but I had to share it:
Another year slipped by; I hardly notice- time flies so fast. I still feel like a giddy 18 year old..strange. All I want for my birthday is a foot massage and time with Jasmine. Hope it works out 🙂
