Thursday, April 28, 2005

My new apartment is awesome.

I remember the last time I moved, when I found the place I'm in now, I was all panicked because none of the places I looked at was all that, and then I found my place when I was just about ready to give up on looking all together. Same thing happened this time. Weird, huh? Let this be a lesson to you, Miss Kitty, to not stop looking. Just when you're ready to give up is when you will find what you are looking for.

But seriously, it's awesome. I'm moving up in the world to five rooms instead of four. Huge bedroom, huge living room, little dining room, little kitchen (but bigger than the other place in the same building that I looked at), medium-sized bathroom. But probably the thing that sold me on the place is that it has character. It has those random little shelves sticking out from the walls like they used to have in old apartments. You can tell that when this place was redone (if it ever was) that they kept a lot of the old detail, and I like that. I think I will be very happy living there, even if it is only for a year. But probably the best part is that it's cheaper than where I'm living now. And I'll have one less utility bill because gas is included. So less expense, more space, more character. I can hardly wait to move in!

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

So with all of the annoyingness and frustration and whatnot this week/month, I decided I deserved a present yesterday, so I bought myself a new bathmat. Owen had coughed up one too many hairballs on the old one. Actually, I'm not even sure they are hairballs. Sometimes, he'll eat breakfast, throw it up, and eat it again. I'm not sure if I should be worried about this or not. But it resulted in the death of my bathmat earlier this week and I'm sorry, I tried stepping out of the shower onto cold tile, but it's really just not pleasant. So I went to get a new bathmat, and it's all plushy and fuzzy and warm and green. I love it.

But of course, when you go to the store to get a bathmat, you can't just get a bathmat. So I found a heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt that was on sale for nine dollars and I bought it. Everyone else in the world has a heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt and I figured it was about time I owned a heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt, too. The smallest size they had was an extra large, but that's fine because heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirts are supposed to be big and warm and comfortable. And lemme tell you, my new heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt is big and warm and comfortable. Have you ever bought an article of clothing and it instantly became your favorite article of clothing? That's what's going on here with my heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt. I love it. I feel silly expressing my love for my heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt when I haven't even owned it for twenty four hours, but I can't help it. I love my heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt. And like I told my cast last night, I finally feel like I look like a vegan now. Short red spiky hair. Heather gray zip up hoodie sweatshirt under brown overcoat. Dark jeans rolled up once at the cuffs because they are too long. My No Sweat sneakers that look like Chuck Taylors. Rubber studded belt. Ratty green pseudo military looking bag slung over one shoulder. I look like a vegan. I look like a little punk kid with lofty ideals. And I love it!

So needless to say, I'm feeling a touch better today than I did yesterday. I still didn't want to wake up this morning, and I'm debating taking some time off of work to move, and I'm still singing songs that I don't sing in my show all the time, but I'm feeling a little better than I did yesterday. Very soon, I will feel wonderful again.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

The whole apartment debacle may be over in a day or two. Which makes me insanely happy. It's really stressful not knowing where you are going to live. But I think I found a place that will do. It's carpeted, which would not be my first choice (I'm a sucker for hardwood floors), but it may keep it warmer in there. And there are windows that Owen can sit in and look out of. And it's cheaper than where I live now, so all of my goals with finding a new place will have been accomplished. It's right across the street from where I am now, too, so I know I like the neighborhood and will still have easy access to everything I have access to now. It's a little farther back off the street, though, so it should be a little quieter than my current apartment. Apparently, the building is populated with largely young single people, too, so I might actually get to meet my neighbors. If I have a get-together, they might pop by. And I see no reason why they wouldn't accept my application, so it should all be in the bag in a day or two.

Which also means I get to start packing up my life now. I'm guessing there are a lot of things I can get rid of. And there will be new things I'll want to pick up once I move in, too. For instance, I think the bedroom is big enough that I could actually get a table in there to set up my sewing machine on. Easy access whenever I want it! I was up half the night last night, half singing songs that I don't even sing in this show I'm in, and half trying to figure out where I'm going to put all of my stuff.

I also have to take a minute and say how much I love my mother. It's calming to talk to her. She's a great sounding board and it is a great help to me to just be able to talk things through with her. And she has said that if I need extra storage space, I can put things in her storage locker, which is an offer she has made before that I've not taken her up on, but it's nice to know that the option is there, you know? So thank you, Mom, for always being there for me to talk to, and for supporting me, and just in general making it feel like things will be okay. Thank you.

I hope Owen likes the new place. I'm a little bit worried about him. He's lived his whole life in the place we're at now -- how will he adapt to new surroundings? Granted, it will be all the same stuff in the new place, but he'll have to find new patterns and sleeping spots and so on and so forth. My guess is that he will be fine. He's not exactly a timid cat. But still, it's stressful to move an animal. I'm hoping he trusts me enough to know that he will still be taken care of in the new place. It's not something I can explain to him beforehand, or even afterwards. I hope he just gets it when he realizes that I come home to this new place every day. I'm not leaving him with strangers, you know? We're still roomies.

And once this whole thing is over, I can get back to worrying about the things that are really important. Like Cubs games.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Well fuck. And not in the good way.

After becoming so uber frustrated and stressed out with the whole trying to move thing and talking to my landlord and having them tell me they would try to work something out, they let this woman sign a lease for my apartment over the weekend. Fuck. That's all I can really say about it. Fuck. I called and yelled at them. They tried to throw policy at me and I told them that they asked me way early if I wanted to move out or not, and then they got snippy with me for "pointing fingers." I'm so furious. Granted, I am probably just as much at fault as they are because I did say I was going to move. But I asked them not to show the place because I wanted to stay, and they showed it and signed a lease anyway. I asked her if I had no rights as the current tenant. She offered to have their people move me and I told her that wasn't the issue.

Am I wrong to be pissed? Do I have any sort of rights here?

I'm looking at a place across the street from where I am now after work today. A one bedroom that is cheaper. I'm tempted to file a complaint against my current property managment company busting them for everything they have failed to do as landlords, busting them for every detail they overlooked. Fuck. I'm tempted to not repaint when I leave and to then fight tooth and nail for every last cent of my security deposit. Did you know that technically, landlords owe you interest on your security deposit if they hold it longer than six months? Check out Chicago Municipal Code Section 5-12-080, specifically subsections (c) and (d). In Section 5-12-080(f), it says that a landlord's failure to comply with any of the previous subsections gives the tenant the right to twice the amount of the security deposit. I don't know about you, but I never received any interest at the end of any of my 12-month rental periods that I spent in my apartment.

God, I'm sickened by myself and how vicious this whole thing is making me. Somebody hit me, please.

I'm just annoyed. Annoyed with my property management company because of their lack of concern about anything aside from how much money they will make. Annoyed with their throwing the "rules" in my face, but bending them to make life better and/or easier for themselves. Annoyed with that guy who cashed a check that he shouldn't have. Annoyed with myself for being so wishy-washy about whether or not I wanted to move in the first place.

Please let this place I'm seeing today be cool. Please let it be acceptable so I can tell my property managment company to shove it up their collective asses. Am I being completely unreasonable? To the uninvolved observer, am I being ridiculous? Please tell me if I am. I can't tell. I kind of feel like I am, but then again, I have a tendency to downplay things all the time and maybe this is how normal people react to things. I can't tell.

Either way, I'm annoyed that I have to leave my home. I hate my property management company.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

I love Moby concerts. It was lovely. I love watching him make music. He can take the spotlight on the songs that are supposed to be big and grandiose, and he can support the rest of his band when someone else is supposed to take focus. His banter is entertaining and witty. I don't care how badly my friends tried to ruin it for me by saying other concerts have been better and his talking is annoying. I had a blast. I was dancing like a complete ass the whole time. I have no idea if I was irritating the people around me or not. I would think not because even when I was jumping, I was jumping straight up and down, in my own dancing space, you know? But yeah, I was dancing like an idiot and I had an amazing time. He played all of the songs I really wanted to hear. All of them. And then did a sort of bossa nova cover song encore. I was squeaking I was laughing so hard. I love Moby shows. And afterwards, we stood out in the rain and the sleet and the cold and the ick to wait for him and it paid off. He came out and I had him sign my "Animal Rights" cover, and then gave him a copy of "Extra-Ordinary." Who knows if he'll actually listen to it or not, or what he will think of it, but I gave it to him and he put it in his pocket and said thank you.

So thank you to my friends who went with me for going with me and putting up with my little obsession. And thank you to Moby for putting on an excellent show and just in general rocking. *sigh* So content.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

I need someone else to make a decision for me. Somebody is coming to look at my apartment this morning. That bothers me. This is my home. It has been for the last five years. It's like watching an old lover with someone new. And to make matters worse, I haven't found my new home yet. I'm getting frustrated and irritated to the point that I just don't want to deal with it anymore. I asked my property management company if it was too late for me to say I'm staying and they said my apartment has been promised to this other girl already. I don't know if she has signed a lease yet or not, and she might be happy with a studio in the same building. But the way I'm thinking now, I don't want to leave. I don't want to find a two bedroom with this guy from the show I'm in. I don't want to pack up my whole life and move it elsewhere in two weeks. And I'm debating how nasty I'm willing to get to keep my place. My apartment is kind of messy, and I'm not really trying to do anything to make it prettier before they come to look at it this morning. And I'm going to be here, because they always end up locking me out when they show my apartment, which they've "accidentally" done in the past when it isn't even my apartment that's up for rent. I've even thought about pointing out all of the little foibles this place has that kind of drive me nuts that would make it not be a perfect place for anyone else, like the fact that you can't really use the cold water tap in the bathroom or that they never give notification when they're going to turn off the water or anything and that even though it is supposed to snow today, the heat has not come back on.

I also feel bad for the guy I had talked about sharing an apartment with. I know he'll be fine. I think he still has a studio waiting for him. The thing is, I'm pretty sure he'a a nice guy and we'd get along okay, but I know for a fact that I'm a nice person and I love living with me.

I dunno. I kind of also feel like I need to do something different with my life. The job hunt is going nowhere. Maybe my wanting a new apartment was just in an attempt to shake things up. But in all truth, I love my apartment. I love my home. I love the location, the apartment itself, how I've decorated it. I really hope I get to stay.

But am I a bad person if I do? The poor girl who got her hopes up about this place will be disappointed like I've been with the last six places that have fallen through. The property management company will probably give me shit about not following their policies, even though I could point out a half-dozen places where they have fallen short in the property management arena in the last five years. And the guy who I thought about sharing an apartment with has probably gotten his hopes up about finding a cooler place than just a studio, but not having to spend as much.

Crap. Either way, I'm being stupid.

And all of this has gotten in the way of me enjoying the fact that I'm going to see Moby tonight.


Once these people come look at my place and get out of here, I can focus on the good stuff. I so need this concert. Fortunately, it is a mere nine hours away.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Something to add to the ever growing list of Things of Which I'm Not Terribly Fond: Property managment companies. You know, those big corporations that buy buildings and then rent them out. I'll tell you why I'm not a fan of property management companies.

Property managment companies are interested in making money. That's it. They're not concerned with who their tenants are or what their tenants require. If you don't like their terms, tough. They can find sixty other tenants to take your place like that. I have made appointments to see three or four apartments run by property managment companies in the past week and three of them were cancelled because the property was rented in between the time I made the appointment and the time I called to say I was running ahead of schedule, could I get in early, and I am left wondering if anyone was going to let me know the apartments were rented or if I was just going to show up for a viewing and wait and wait and wait until I called to find out why they were late and I'd find out then the apartment was no longer available, and the other appointment, the agent's car died. Bad omens. Bad way of doing business.

I should find somewhere cheap to live so I can save up and buy my own place and then I won't have to deal with a property managment company at all. Ever again.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I'm so worried about my apartment and my show and this film I'm doing later this week that I am completely losing sight of what's really important -- I get to see a Moby concert on Saturday.

Monday, April 18, 2005

I love apartment hunting, and I hate apartment hunting.

The one place was in a great neighborhood, but the apartment itself was meh. The other place was in a meh neighborhood, but the apartment was amazing. Almost too amazing. Way too much space for just me, and with the rent he's asking (even though he said he'd lower it if it's just me living there), I wouldn't be able to afford to really fill it in and furnish it properly and stuff in the year I'd be there. Because I don't think I'd want to stay in that neighborhood longer than that. I think he really wants me to move in there, though. Very nice man.

So now I'm looking at one bedrooms that wouldn't necessarily save me money over what I'm paying now, but that would save me money over what my current managment company would want me to spend if I stayed where I am. I have to look at it that way. At the very least, I'm maintaining status quo. I hope one of the places I'm looking at this week works out. I don't have a whole lot of time to shop, you know?

And then my brother throws out a possible future option, if he decides to buy something in the city, I could live there and he'd stay there on the weekends. Maybe. Nothing is set in stone. That would be a really sweet deal for me, though. I'm not going to find a more understanding landlord than my brother, and I know he'd find a really nice place to live. But I'm not holding my breath for that one. I gotta find someplace to live now. Wish me luck!

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I'm trying to be realistic about this whole apartment thing. There are two credit checks that are going to be run on me this week, from the places I looked at on Friday, but truth be told, I don't think I'll take either. One is a meh apartment in a great neighborhood and one is a great apartment in a meh neighborhood. And while the great apartment is great, I honestly don't know what I would do with all of that space, either. Sure, it would be cool to have a three bedroom to myself, but I wouldn't have the money to put into decorating it and stuff. So I'm going to look at one bedrooms that are cheaper than where I'm at. In all honesty, I also don't think fucknut is ready to move to the city. I was trying to help him out, but as I've learned a million times before, you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

I feel good about this decision. I much prefer living alone anyway.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Oh, yeah. And happy birthday, fucknut.
Apartment shopping this afternoon. I'm petrified about the money part of it. I'm looking at two bedroom places that I could afford by myself if I had to, and I'm not worried about affording the places once I'm moved in and so on and so forth. I'm worried about the next two months wherein I'll have to put down a security deposit plus rent, plus pay the last month's rent on my current place. Wow. I'm in the last month that I will live in my current home. I've really loved living there. I've had some really wonderful times in my apartment. Some wonderful guests. A lot of laughter. And I've had some really awful times there, too. I'm sure I'll be fine wherever I end up, but it's going to be sad to leave my home that I've loved so dearly.

But a new place! With new possibilities and new streets to walk and new routes to take and new little neighborhood treasures to explore. It's exciting. Especially if fucknut comes to live with me. I know, I know, all y'all are cringing at that thought. It will be good. All will be fine. And if it's not, I can do this all again in a year and make things good and fine.

Wish me luck!

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

My hair is long enough to handle product! I can style it! I can shape it!

Well, theoretically I can. A normal person could. I'm not very good with hair. It wasn't until about a year ago that I even bought a blow dryer. I can do kinda craptastic jelly rolls, and I rock out with pony tails and pig tails and braids and easy stuff. But with hair this short? I'm not exactly sure what to do with it. I was kind of in a rush this morning, too, so I didn't put in all that much time, but I was mostly just excited to discover that I can put product in my hair and make it go a specified direction. We're making progress, people! w00t.

I need to stop saying w00t.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

I'm looking at an apartment this afternoon. I really really really hope it is in my price range and has good energy. Most people will tell you that price and location are the most important bits about finding an apartment. Well, I already know that this location is great -- it's just down the street from where I live now, so I know I like the neighborhood and I have easy access to all of the same wonderful things I have access to now -- my apothecary, the movie theater, my theater, the bars and restaurants, the cute little stores, the train station, etc. If the price works...but see, the other thing people forget to take into account when finding an apartment is the energy of the place. Does it feel good to be there? Can you see yourself being happy there? Will the landlord let me paint? Is it okay that I have Owen? Will they get really annoyed with me playing the guitar if I try to keep my playing to daytime hours? How is the water pressure in the shower? Does the toilet flush on the first try? Can I set up a little garden on the back porch?

I have to remember that there are a million apartments for rent in Chicago, so if this one isn't perfect, I'll find another that is. I don't have to take the first place I see. I have some time -- I can choose an apartment where I really want to live. But I'm excited to be out apartment shopping. Eep! Big changes in my life. Hopefully all for the better.

Monday, April 11, 2005

I've had dreams two nights in a row now wherein my hair grew back insanely fast and I had shoulder length hair right now. I know everybody says it's really cute short like this, but I miss my hair! I'm ready to have it back.

I'm looking forward to apartment hunting.

There is a bee in my office. A very large, fuzzy bee. He's just chillin' on the window sill. Kind of cute. Not really hurting anyone. Probably just wanted to get out of the wind for a bit. I wonder what his name is.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

As much time as I've spent in my life complaining about my body, it's a good one. It works as well as it is supposed to. It bends in all the right places. It heals itself as necessary. It takes a beating, with all the stuff I put it through, and it always comes back for more. There are people out there who will tell you that my body is pleasing to the eye, and there are people out there who will tell you that it isn't. I'm both. But when it comes right down to it, I have a great body. It is dependable and reliable and strong. I am always reminded of that when I get a massage. I should get massages more often.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

My tenure in my beautiful, quiet little corner of the world may be coming to an end. It scares the crap out of me, but at the same time, it feels like it's time to move on. The thought of finding a new place to live and then turning it into a home is exciting. It's time for this. But it's still scary. It's a lot of work to move, and it's not like I don't already have a billion things on my plate. But cleaning things out, putting together a new could be a lot of fun. Get a place where I can actually have people over. Get a place that maybe has a yard or a deck so I could get a grill. Here's hoping my roommate and I don't kill each other. Yes, that's right, I'd be going back to living with a roommate. Eep. It'll be an adjustment. But it will be significantly less expensive for me, meaning if I have to quit my current job and get something that pays significantly less, I'll still be okay. And like everything, it's just temporary. Moving in with a roommate now doesn't mean I'll never have my own space again. It's still scary though. Wish me luck.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Cubbies home opener! Cubbies home opener!

There's a nice little rivalry brewing in my office, between the two of us who are devout Cubs fans and the guy who likes the Sox when they are doing well. I'm convinced he just won't get it because he doesn't love baseball. He likes sports. He knows a lot about sports. But he doesn't LOVE baseball. He doesn't love his teams. There have been a million comedians who talk about the fact that we're really just cheering for a uniform, because the players come and go, but somehow with the Cubs, it's more than that. We're cheering for the history. We're cheering for the legends. We're cheering for the underdog in all of us. I know, sappy, but I'm listening to the WXRT live morning broadcast that's all about opening day and it's making me sappy. I love my Cubs. Always have, always will. There's something magical about the Cubs -- ask any fan, ask the players. The Cubs seem to have more lifetime Cubs than any other team. Guys just like playing in Chicago. It's like the fans being the tenth member of the team is an actuality up in Wrigleyville. We help them win; we comfort them when they lose. And I think the players know that, they can feel it, and it makes them want to play harder, regardless of salary, regardless of money brought in at the park. They love us back, which makes us cheer that much harder.

Man, when the Cubs take the pennant, the city is going to explode. I hope I'm there.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

This whole "waking up in the morning" thing is really not my bag, baby.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

I really have nothing exciting to say today, so I'm just going to ramble for a while and see what happens.

It's really nice outside. Makes me wish the Cubs were in town. Makes me wish I had tickets to see the Cubs play. Yeah, they lost yesterday, but they were knocking each other in again, scoring runs, running bases, that kind of thing. I think this team has a lot of potential. If only one of our pitchers would win a game so my fantasy baseball team would be doing better.

We learned choreography for the opening number in this next show I'm in last night and while I still think it is going to look good, all of the really cool stuff I got to do at the beginning of rehearsal was scrapped by the end of rehearsal. Oh well. It's probably better as I think I strained my back in rehearsal a couple of nights ago. I'm going to try to get a massage this weekend. Now that my weekends are clearing up a little bit.

I'm excited to direct my show in the fall. I talked to another company member who had some really good suggestions for me on how I could improve the script and I like what she had to say. There are a lot of songs in it. I hope I get some really good actors to work with who can really hit it, you know? And I'm excited to work with them movement-wise and so on and so forth. I think this could be a really good show.

I feel a little bit bad about not raising as much money for the Avon Walk as I did last year, for not putting together as many events. I've been busy, though. And it sounds like I might get to play another gig between now and the Walk, so I can hopefully sell another disc or two, or collect tips or something and donate those to the Walk. This other gig makes me happy because it is through the same people who I booked my benefit, but a different venue, and they asked if I wanted to come in and play. Meaning they liked how Saturday night turned out. Yay!

I'm going to help my theater friend with a film in the next couple of weeks. And I'll have purple eyes in it. I'm looking forward to that part. But it makes me think that I should go to the eye doctor sooner as opposed to later so I could order actual prescription color contacts that I could then just have for fun. Fucknut once told me I should get cat eye contact lenses and I'm like, "Hi, my name is KITTY." He said, "I hadn't even thought of it like that." Uh huh. I have always wanted yellow contacts so I could walk around with sunglasses and if someone got in my way, I could tip the glasses and ask them to move and watch them freak out. Yes, I'm odd like that.

And I think that's about all the rambling I have in me for right now. It's time to get more tea.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

So good to see my boys in blue out on the field again. I resurrected my walkman from 1984 (?) so I could use the radio to listen to the end of the game while I was at rehearsal last night. Yes, I'm turning into one of those. I can't help it. Chicago Cubs baseball makes me happy. And what made me really happy is that out of the Cubs 16 runs last night, there were only two home runs -- a three-run shot and a solo shot, I think. Meaning that the majority of the runs scored were scored through teamwork and base hits. That is what has been lacking in the Cubs offense for the past couple of years. We've been way too dependent on our long ball hitters and when they are having an off-day, we lose. But if we can/have turned that around so that we can still score runs without knocking the ball out of the park, I think we could pick up a lot of the games we might otherwise have lost. "Losing" Sammy and Alou might have actually been good for the team.

Regardless, it was just the first game of the season, so it may be too early to speculate. Zambrano was nervous and got pulled way early, and then ejected. Relax, man, relax. But I really enjoyed watching and listening to the game yesterday. Chicago feels like home again, now that the Cubbies are back in action. Hooray for summer!

Monday, April 04, 2005

It's Opening Day!

Go Cubs Go
Go Cubs Go
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are going to win today!

Yay! My beloved boys in blue are back! I can listen to all of their games on the radio. I can watch games live, or on TV. I can keep a running tally of how many games they've won and how many they've lost. And I can rub it in the faces of all of those naysayers out there when the Cubs have a great year, despite no longer having Alou and Sosa. We've got a good team this year. A strong team. And I think we'll make a good showing.

Now the only question is, how am I going to last until four o'clock this afternoon when the game starts?

Sunday, April 03, 2005

It is honestly the simplest things in life that make me happiest. I love it when my cat eats. I love it when my cat talks to me. I love making music. I love eating fresh vegetables. I love it when I can open my windows. I love tea. When all of those things happen in the same day, it's a really good day.

Yesterday was an amazing day. The show went really well -- quick thank you list: the Heartland Cafe, Phil Circle, Jeremy Babcock, Devon Ford, Jenna Murfin, Richard Milne, and everyone who came out to see the show. You guys are amazing and we raised over $350 for the Avon Walk. Not too shabby.

I think most of all, though, I really had fun playing last night. I just relaxed into it, did my thing, and had fun. People told me after the show that I just put on a good live show. It kind of amazes me that I am now able to go put on a show like this, considering how afraid I used to be of singing. That makes me happiest of all.

Friday, April 01, 2005

If the green-eyed monster is the jealousy monster, what color eyes does the self-doubt monster have? I can't quite see them. I'm busy burying my own head in the sand.

This happens every time, so I should be used to it by now. But I'm sitting here, burning a bunch of CDs ("Extra-Ordinary") to bring to the show tomorrow night and to mail to people who have said they want one, and the little voice appears in the back of my head -- "What am I going to do with all of the extras? What if nobody wants one? Sure, a handful of out of towners want me to mail them one, but I'm making a bunch. What the hell am I going to do with all of these CDs?"

I can't blame people for not wanting to buy a disc. I can't force them to buy a disc. Sure, the proceeds go to a good cause, but some people would rather just donate money than take a disc they don't want. What if all of this time and effort and energy is wasted? Or, worse, what if people buy the disc and feel gypped because they were made in my house with a color printer and a CD burner? They're not top-notch, you know. They're homemade. Is that crappy? Will they think that's crappy?

I should give my friends and family more credit. It's not about the packaging, it's about the musical contents, and the musical contents of this disc are really good. I'm amazed, still, at the work and thought and effort and talent that went into these remixes. Hell, the one is now going to be played in a bar on a regular basis. And it is all for charity.

Someday, I'll have a full band and I'll make a beautiful, shiny, sweet-smelling CD that gets printed somewhere far away and has pretty, slick, shiny liner notes full of juicy tidbits that are easy to digest. I've produced two CDs. I've been on two radio stations. I've played live in I don't even know how many venues. I guess my next goal should be a studio album, huh? Start saving the pennies!

After the Avon Walk.
The only problem with it is I can't see it.

I'm nervous excited for the show tomorrow night. I'm listening to my WLUW radio appearance right now (thank you to my friend who recorded and emailed it to me!) and I'm praying that between this appearance, the two plays on WXRT (both times it was the same thing and "Hamburg" was played) that people actually show up. I have done all I can do to get the word out there about this show; I just hope people show up.

This interview is pretty cute. Thank you again to Jenna for having me on air!