So I've gotten involved in a contest on YouNow and I'll be going up against 8 talented musicians today at 6pm Eastern Standard Time. I'll be broadcasting a live performance from my apartment, which is pretty exciting. If I'm in the top three, I move on to the next round of the competition.
I hate to shamelessly self-promote on here, but I would love to see some of your friendly little avatar faces in the virtual audience. Using the site is really easy - you can just log in with your Facebook account and then you are free to vote/comment on anything.
It should be a pretty good show. Looks like I'm up against the following people:
- Guy that sounds like Johnny Cash
- Guy who sings like he's in Creed
- Blonde chick who plays piano
- Guy with cool stage name
- Chick with bubbly personality
- Guy with guitar and beard
- Boy who loves boy bands
- Guy I'm FB friends with but don't actually know
I expect the competition to be fierce. I also expect it to be totally entertaining.
Hop over to YouNow.com in a couple hours and check it out? :D
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Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wake Me Up When September Ends
I'd like to open this post with a couple of relatively trivial news yet fun items:
1) I have finally hopped onto the Twitter bandwagon. Does that make me a Twit? Anyway, I currently have one follower and it's the guy that lives across the hall from me. Also, I don't know who to follow aside from random celebrities that I adore. So I would love for you guys to seek out my friendship in the Twitter Universe and show me how it's all done. My page is over here.
2) I'm signed up to do a live musical broadcast on younow.com at 4pm today (that's Pacific Standard time - if you live on the East Coast it's going to be at 7pm). It's a really cool site, I'm excited about it. You start with a minute and if people "like" what you're doing you get more time. So, if you're in the mood to pop over there in a couple of hours and cheer me on, I would totally love that.
In other news, my CD project is in limbo because the guy that's mixing it dropped off the face of the Earth one day and woke up in Kansas. I think I nearly cried when I got the text message with that news in it. I feel as if that one five-track disc is the missing piece in my whole rock and roll scheme. And until it's done, I'm destined to be stuck in limbo. Did you know that last week I actually wore PANTY HOSE because I was attempting to get a job as a church pianist? It felt downright unnatural. The worst part is that they didn't even hire me because they need someone who can play the organ too. But I'm over it. I've started putting up ads all over Craigslist advertising my fine skills as a funeral musician. I figure that people are always dying and in need of piano accompaniment. Sadly, I'm yet to get a response.
But enough about jobs! I love what The Poet always says to me: "Lauren, you have a job - you're a rock star. The pay just sucks right now." I try to maintain that mentality, though sometimes it's difficult.
I was talking to an old friend yesterday and we decided that September is always the worst month because everyone goes back to school except you and it forces you to become nostalgic and re-evaluate the current direction of your life. My friend just got hired as a full-time personal trainer though, so I don't really know if he understood what I was talking about. He excitedly talked about how he was going to make so much money at his new job and asked me all about my job prospects, suggesting that maybe I should just go back to school.
I really have no desire to go back to school, but I've noticed that a lot of people are doing it, probably just as a thing to do.
Anyway, I'm slipping into rambling-mode here. I've spent a little too much time in my head lately, can you tell?
Last night was good, though. It's been awhile since the whole crew has gone out because Purple Hair moved closer to the river and The Fonz has been living in the woods. But we all came together last night for pizza at Sizzle Pie and drinks at the B Side (gah... I feel like such hipster scum when I drop names of places like that). It was really good to get out of my neighborhood and even better to get out of my brain.
Somehow, I ended up as designated driver, which is usually a blessing in disguise. Honestly, I have never woken up in the morning and thought to myself "Gee, I'm so glad I had all of that alcohol last night! I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to be so obnoxious and now I feel all happy and peppy and wonderful!" But I digress. The end of the night was particularly spectacular, with The Mad Scientist babbling incoherently to himself in my truck and The Poet shoved between us trying hard not to laugh.
"People gotta do what people gotta do! I saaaaaid people gotta do what people gotta do!"
These are the words that The Mad Scientist said the whole way home. He's my friend, but duuuude... Next time, he's taking a bus.
I did get a nice "Sorry for my drunken behavior" email from him this morning. I'm starting to get whole collection of those. Usually they leave his computer at about 6am and are addressed to whoever was present on the scene of his drunken strangeness. My personal favorites include an apology for publicly groping someone and a clarification assuring us that he does not really think he's Kanye West.
I really don't think about how strange my life is until I start typing things out like this...
1) I have finally hopped onto the Twitter bandwagon. Does that make me a Twit? Anyway, I currently have one follower and it's the guy that lives across the hall from me. Also, I don't know who to follow aside from random celebrities that I adore. So I would love for you guys to seek out my friendship in the Twitter Universe and show me how it's all done. My page is over here.
2) I'm signed up to do a live musical broadcast on younow.com at 4pm today (that's Pacific Standard time - if you live on the East Coast it's going to be at 7pm). It's a really cool site, I'm excited about it. You start with a minute and if people "like" what you're doing you get more time. So, if you're in the mood to pop over there in a couple of hours and cheer me on, I would totally love that.
In other news, my CD project is in limbo because the guy that's mixing it dropped off the face of the Earth one day and woke up in Kansas. I think I nearly cried when I got the text message with that news in it. I feel as if that one five-track disc is the missing piece in my whole rock and roll scheme. And until it's done, I'm destined to be stuck in limbo. Did you know that last week I actually wore PANTY HOSE because I was attempting to get a job as a church pianist? It felt downright unnatural. The worst part is that they didn't even hire me because they need someone who can play the organ too. But I'm over it. I've started putting up ads all over Craigslist advertising my fine skills as a funeral musician. I figure that people are always dying and in need of piano accompaniment. Sadly, I'm yet to get a response.
But enough about jobs! I love what The Poet always says to me: "Lauren, you have a job - you're a rock star. The pay just sucks right now." I try to maintain that mentality, though sometimes it's difficult.
I was talking to an old friend yesterday and we decided that September is always the worst month because everyone goes back to school except you and it forces you to become nostalgic and re-evaluate the current direction of your life. My friend just got hired as a full-time personal trainer though, so I don't really know if he understood what I was talking about. He excitedly talked about how he was going to make so much money at his new job and asked me all about my job prospects, suggesting that maybe I should just go back to school.
I really have no desire to go back to school, but I've noticed that a lot of people are doing it, probably just as a thing to do.
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| (from Scott Pilgrim vol. 5... yes, my love for these comics is shameless) |
Last night was good, though. It's been awhile since the whole crew has gone out because Purple Hair moved closer to the river and The Fonz has been living in the woods. But we all came together last night for pizza at Sizzle Pie and drinks at the B Side (gah... I feel like such hipster scum when I drop names of places like that). It was really good to get out of my neighborhood and even better to get out of my brain.
Somehow, I ended up as designated driver, which is usually a blessing in disguise. Honestly, I have never woken up in the morning and thought to myself "Gee, I'm so glad I had all of that alcohol last night! I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to be so obnoxious and now I feel all happy and peppy and wonderful!" But I digress. The end of the night was particularly spectacular, with The Mad Scientist babbling incoherently to himself in my truck and The Poet shoved between us trying hard not to laugh.
"People gotta do what people gotta do! I saaaaaid people gotta do what people gotta do!"
These are the words that The Mad Scientist said the whole way home. He's my friend, but duuuude... Next time, he's taking a bus.
I did get a nice "Sorry for my drunken behavior" email from him this morning. I'm starting to get whole collection of those. Usually they leave his computer at about 6am and are addressed to whoever was present on the scene of his drunken strangeness. My personal favorites include an apology for publicly groping someone and a clarification assuring us that he does not really think he's Kanye West.
I really don't think about how strange my life is until I start typing things out like this...
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