Did a spontaneous open mic last night as a means of dusting myself off. It was a nice enough experience, largely because my pal Carl, whom I hate with the fire of a thousand suns for all eternity, was there hanging out with me. In terms of the venue, I doubt I will be back.… Continue reading Open mic at Ould Triangle
Tag: singing
WIP: I Hate The Fucking Internet Today
I’m working on a maxi-single for I Hate The Fucking Internet Today while simultaneously fleshing out the lyrics (WIP = Work In Progress, afterall). It will be 5 songs I think, 4 of them versions of this one, and I think I’m gonna tack on What Kind Of Asshole Are You. I have a fast/cute… Continue reading WIP: I Hate The Fucking Internet Today
ROAD UPDATE: Pensacola
Originally posted to my Patreon community at https://www.patreon.com/posts/4413008 Mississippi: OH EM GEE you’re heeeeere omg yay! Here, have a welcome center with all kinda free camping with picnic benches and spigots and shit and a FUCKING NASA SPACE CENTER!! Alabama: Fuck you. Welcome center closed. Florida: Fuck you. Show us your vegetables. Then welcome center,… Continue reading ROAD UPDATE: Pensacola
Valentines 2015
“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself” ― Simone de Beauvoir This Year of the Nee valentines day, I am celebrating myself, my accomplishments, my efforts, and the fruits of… Continue reading Valentines 2015
Finding Amanda: An internet love story
Amanda Palmer and Courtnee Fallon Rex Photographed by Steve Kuhn The Art of Asking Book Tour. Sat, November 22, 2014. First Unitarian Church – Los Angeles When I was young, I thought I had all the answers. Or at least, I thought I knew the problems, the deeper causes of the things I was seeing… Continue reading Finding Amanda: An internet love story
Heavy in your arms (updated)
https://soundcloud.com/soundofnee/im-so-heavy-fatm-cover-in-progress Originally created by Florence and the Machine I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced to crown. I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged across ground And he took me to the river Where he slowly let me drown… Continue reading Heavy in your arms (updated)
EMFUCKINGBODIED
I swear I just saw myself for the first time I told myself in the mirror As I cried after connecting so incredibly profoundly with multiple people (And once again meeting another incredible man I can’t have in my life like I would prefer, god damn stupid growth opportunities) “You are.. An amazing woman. And… Continue reading EMFUCKINGBODIED
Open Mic Achievement: Unlocked.
I have finally been to and performed at an open mic. I finally found one that I liked the vibe of, at Scratch Deli, where I am also currently showing my artwork. Saw it last week, tried it this one. I was definitely off my game, as well as being tired and poorly fed today.… Continue reading Open Mic Achievement: Unlocked.
If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.
“For in that city there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.” ― Evelyn Waugh The New York subway has its own distinctive scent, like a cocktail of black tar and metal shavings, that I immediately find familiar and comforting every time I retun. You’d think it would mostly smell like… Continue reading If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.
I left my heart in San Francisco
Well, not really, but that’s the song that went through my head when considering what I’d title this, so there you go. Although I may have left part of my heart at the bottom of my teacup at the Flora Grubb nursery where I took this picture. The San Francisco leg of my trip consisted… Continue reading I left my heart in San Francisco