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Entry: December 2000
I'm sitting at my friend Dave's house drinking PG tips (free advertising I know, but helps to clarify the vibe, this is still no excuse) the last few weeks have been..... damn so many things. After playing venues all my life where you see the whites of peoples eyes, and consequently their reactions, opening for KD Lang in the UK was a fundamental switch. Big old theatres were the sound systems are fantastic you can hear yourself on stage and blinding bright lights means its easier to get lost in what you're doing. The nature of the audience is just different too. British audiences are still more reserved but God do they listen, as compared to an American audience which can yell more stuff at you which can in turn, give you more fodder for spontaneity. Normally my time in England is extremely English, but this time traveling with Melle, Rebecca and Kd's crew Los Angeles came too. It brought to light for me subtleties of where I become more American or more English and forced explorations of loyalty in both directions. Every night I started the set with 'Hannah' then Melle and Rebecca came on for the second song. I did this for two reasons, firstly to force myself to get over initial fear, secondly to present the audience with something fragile so they'd shut the fuck up. The pressure was higher, I mean there's absolutely no way you can look like a wanker on a gig like this, then so were the gains, just that many people clapping is such an infusion of validation, that you could leave society tomorrow your life work complete. Awesome is the necessary description here. Halloween was spent in Boulder Co, Boulder is a great town, hippie built and therefore seems to still have an infrastructure laced with peace and love. I have very good friends there, down to earth kids infused with the mountains. Damn its cold tho but I got to witness autumn there, which is something california does not have to offer. I piled fruit on my head and was Carmen Miranda and me six chicks and one guy went to this party on a farm , twas good with live music, DJ's, really good visuals and projections onto huge metal grain silows. You could go inside them too, thats where the drink and food was , and Mya Dorn (this bomb chick songwriter) starts banging on it like a drum, soon we're all taking over this one silow, drumming and singing Orisha songs. I'm still looking for a producer to help me make the next record, which is proving to be more difficult than I'd hoped. But then I have specific requirements, like, someone with exquisite comunication skills, someone who is maluable with ideas, someone who can teach and be taught, someone who is not power hungry or ego driven, you know basic shit really. Honestly I'd like to do it myself, but theres buttons i still need to learn how to press. So now im chilling in LA for a while recording, writing and painting my bathroom and will emerge soon with a new record. Severe bummer about Bush huh? Have good holidays yall. Much love sheila
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