This Song I Love, Ono

Have your ears been good? Reward them.




Apologies for the absolute lack of visual stimulation, this is the best I could do. The live performances didn't boast this big awesome sound.

And while we're thinking about listening (or if you just want to stalk me, and weren't sure where to find me) hop along down to Rusty Spurs sometime during the next four nights. I will greet you with a coy smile and maybe a kiss on the cheeck. If I know you. Or if you're cute enough.

Love love love,
and kisses,
The Empress

PS. Stereo Total and Leslie and the Ly's at Emo's April 10th. YES. <3

Gadjo Disko

So next week, when SXSW is over and you are feeling a bit numb, wandering the streets wondering what to do with yourself, let your feet take you here:

See you on the dance floor my loves! <3

Flowers & My Feet Are Roots

I awoke this morning feeling a bit beside myself, a bit out of my element perhaps. Actually the last few days have been like that. I'm looking over my shoulder, and wondering what people are thinking of me. Just some good old fashioned paranoia, but it's hard to have fun, when you're wrapped up in other peoples good intentions that you've strewn with alterior motives.

I popped over to KatinkaPinka's lovely blog, knowing she would bring a smile to my face. Always works. Upon reading of her adventure to San Francisco I was pleased to find pictures of-- Flowers. Yes maam, that's what does it for me. I absolutely love the look, feel, smell, and sometimes taste, if I get too excited. ^_^ I've been known to pay lotsa money for a purty flower *smile* Oh, and I like to give them to people. Especially men. It's amusing to watch them look so confused.

~Hours and hours LATER~

Well that feeling this morning? It's gone. I think I dropped it in one of those 14 piles of wood I stacked. *rolls eyes* Gawd it was awesome. *laughs* No really! When ever I start feeling disconnected, and un-grounded, and living in the clouds-- ok you see what I mean. Anyway, if I do some work outside, in the garden, hauling wood/dirt/grass whatever, my feet feel as if they're taking root and reaching for the earth's core. My whole body soaks up the dirt and energy runs through my veins even when I'm dog tired.

What a good feeling. And you all know how much I like good feelings *smile*

All the best,
The Empress

Dancin' Tunes

Oy vey! I'm gettting more excited as the days go by, and SXSW nears!! There's mixed opinions on SouthBy but most people are down with it. The locals love it, except for the ones that don't. They leave town I hear. I've heard Austinite's bitch about how their city turns into a madhouse during the music festival, but c'mon people, three weeks of tourists spending their money in your city isn't that much of a hardship.

I worked at SouthyBy last year and absolutely loved it. But then, I get a bit giddy when I'm in charge, and have to deal with mass amounts of humans. It was so fun! IT is here in 2 weeks. Oohh and another rad part of the SXSW craziness is the Gadjo Disko party on the 21st. What a smashing good way to close out the party. If you don't know, Gadjo is the Place to Be if you've got dancin' shoes and an adventurous soul. See me there baby!

you, killer.

A year ago you impregnated me with
your laughter, adventure seeking soul, and kind heart
for 6 months I blissfully carried
your love, your passion, Our dream.
I nurtured it, exposed it to the arts
listened to mozart, hayden, and bach.
Kept it alive with hard work and good energy
I experienced sadness, heartbreak, and
loneliness
having only our mythical bond to keep
me company on cold days.

After 7 months we lost this bit of hope
this entity that we had created
it was premature, to say the least
but you never really were a man of many words.

Purge

That deep yawning space between where my heart
beats and where I draw breath
like a crater, a hole, like maybe
my soul is usually the stuffing
but it's comning out like the white
scratchy innards of my favorite old
teddy bear that the dog now drools on.

So yeah, there's this huge space inside
me. You can't see it, but man, for being
an empty cavern, an opera house minus
people and sound, it hurts sometimes.

I think it's a kitchen. And there are knives
and tools and other ways to torture fruit.
But my heart's on the cheese grater, and you
yes You, with your spicy mouth
and rancid, overdone ways...
Your words like little fingers poking
prodding at that stringy organ of feelings
on the chopping block (cutting board)
and pushing me into, down
down
further
stop, it hurts.

This metal is cold, like your mind and
your manners, where'd you get'em anyway?

The day you took off your fancy chef hat
I rejoiced, yet continued slicing beets and
chopping onions which made me cry, my tears
splashing into the cast iron pan
wry humor embellishes this scene:
was it the onions or You?

This is the shiz! HTML Tutorials My brother is the King of Nerd Land, but I am the Empress of everything completely opposite. So when my dear sibling starts babbling about quantum somethings, and codes, all I can think of is The Matrix. And let me tell you, it took me awhile to wrap my pretty little head around that story line. But, there is hope. I can follow these HTML tutorials while baking cookies and doing laundry. How's that for some royally tinged domestic multi tasking? *raises an eyebrow*

I know, you don't believe me. It's ok, I make really bad cookies and my domestic goddess skills are somewhat lacking. But when I'm feeling ambitious, I try to emulate Bree.

I'm finally watching Desperate Housewives from the beginning. I started watching un-religiously way back when, some where in the middle. But Netflix will deliver us from all evil (and soap opera confusion). I have the first three episodes in my hot lil hands. Hurray for suburban life and beautiful women.

That delicious 9oclock cuppa coffee is finally wearing off. Thank god. I can sail away to dreamland on the pitter patter of early morning rain...