Your Star Will Shine

Moved for the LAST TIME

2012-01-24T16:53:00.000-08:00

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Quote Me

2012-01-10T07:44:00.000-08:00

I came across this one in The Memoirs of Cleopatra

"All things pass away, except the Pyramids"

Thoughts Over Coffee

2012-01-09T07:54:00.000-08:00

I like celebrities as much as the next person. Growing up I am ashamed to admit that my closet door with filled from top to bottom with every Christian Slater picture I could find in every teen bop magazine I could get my hands on. (Why Christian Slater? I don't know, but I used to have his lines memorized in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves)

The older I got, the more I got out. Hollywood, Sunset Blvd., Santa Montica, etc. I cannot tell you how many celebrities you run into. And you see them for what they are. Often shorter, with imperfect faces. Clumsly. Human. Beautiful all the same. And then you look over and you see the paparazzi, like wild dogs set loose. It makes you feel gross even just watching that take place.

I have outgrown the teen bopper phase, and since then I haven't picked up a single celebrity magazine. I do enjoy a fashion magazine every once in a while, but mostly for the art in the photo shoots. Other than that, I just don't. I'm sure there are people in LA who eat up the People Magazine, and US Weekly. But I just can't bring myself to. I love celebrities because yes, theyre beautiful, and their films are entertaining. But I love them most of all because they can act. Acting was a passion of mine growing up. Imagine reading your favorite stories, and then becoming that character. Taking it from where the author left off and bringing that character to life. Who you were in real life doesn't matter. All your insecurities walk out as soon as the acting begins, and suddenly you're someone else. You pick up on strangers around you, watching their movements and incorporating them in your own. You are your own Brando, your own version of James Dean. And the applause at the end is roaring, and you take a bow. Acting is an art. My favorite kind of art-an art of human portrayal. Passion, emotion, love. And that is why I love actors.

I don't judge people who read these magazines. It's called entertainment for a reason. Hell, I used to read them. But the paparazzi are just so creepy and vile, and sure they're just doing their job. Someone has to. There is a ton of money in that industry. Of course someone is gonna do it. And I know celebrities know what they're getting into when they become famous, so this isn't about feeling sorry for them either. It's just like watching a sale take place, like an 80 percent off wedding dress sale. Those brides camp out and again are set loose like wild dogs as soon as they get their chance. Do I blame them for wanting to look beautiful on their wedding day for a great price? Not at all. But you won't find me in there. I'm just not that aggressive.

Life on Mars

2011-09-20T19:51:00.000-07:00

One of my favourite things about the moon is that we all share it. I can look up at it anytime and I know that I am not alone. I always feel wholesome when I look at it, and at one with everyone. There are no ranks in that moment, no higher status, no kings or queens. There are just human beings at the moment. I think people forgot to see the beauty in other people. They get tied in into too many other trivial things. Yes, there are just human beings at that moment, and peace.

Listening to Life on Mars by Seu Jorge

Sleeping Lessons

2011-09-07T11:48:00.000-07:00

You know, when I was smaller, I used to love waking up to the sound of my parents talking in the kitchen, or my mom cooking. The love the sweet sounds that fill up a household. Creaking? Give it to me. Dishes being cleaned, doors being opened and closed, cars pulling up. It always made me feel somewhat safe and loved. Even in an apt complex, my neighbors noises don't bother me.
Even though my new neighbor wakes me up at 7am, just because he is leaving his place, I am alright with it. Hearing people around me, living their lives around me, gives me a feeling of comfort. <3

Listening to Sleeping Lessons by The Shins

KROQ Flashback Weekend!!!!

2011-08-30T18:58:00.001-07:00

One summer, the rock station back home ran a Flashback Weekend. I listened to as much of it as I could that weekend. I only stopped to sleep. I believe the year was 1998. I remember going to the beach and it was the first and only time I actually got sun burnt. It was weird, because the weather was overcast, but we were at the beach ALL DAY LONG! Anyway, I loved that weekend. And ever since then, I've been trying to recreate that playlist, so that I can listen to it ALL THE TIME and have awesome weekends every weekend. But 500 songs is a lot of songs. I only have about 43. :) Slow start. But its going to happen! I have faith. And here are the top ten flashback weekend songs (chosen by the lovely people of Los Angeles that year). And yes, I actually do have a list of all 500 songs. :)

1. Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours (love it!)
2. Beastie Boys - Brass Monkey (I was never a Beastie Boys fan)
3. Violent Femmes - Kiss Off (LOVE IT!)
4. Madness - One Step Beyond (really, Los Angeles?)
5. Dramarama - Anything, Anything (I'll Give You) (I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH!)
6. The Cure - Just Like Heaven (Best Cure Song)
7. The Nails - 88 Lines About 44 Women
8. Jane's Addiction - Jane Says (Don't like it that much, but I have heard it on this station SO many times, it kind of belongs in this playlist)
9. Wall of Voodoo - Mexican Radio (Mexican Radddioooo)
10. Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier (Who doesn't love Marley every now and again?)

My Top Ten Fave
34. Violent Femmes - Add It Up
35. Siouxsie and the Banshees - Peek-A-Boo
51. Cowboy Junkies - Sweet Jane
71. B-Movie - Nowhere Girl
78. Simple Minds - Don't You (Forget About Me)
84. XTC - Dear God
102. The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary
195. Faith No More - Epic
256. Stray Cats - Stray Cat Strut
322. Morrissey - Suedehead

PS: My list will only have 499 because I am going to leave one song out. I song I HATE. "She Drives Me Crazy" by the Fine Young Cannibals. *shudder*

Dontcha think its time

2011-08-24T20:35:00.000-07:00

I love that warm fuzzy feeling that wine gives me, but I'm not going to lie, I AM TOTALLY looking forward to Sam Adams Octoberfest, which my friend Steven got me hooked on.

Listening to Dontcha Think It's Time by Elvis Presley

Above

2011-08-23T22:00:00.001-07:00

This is my tattoo. I love it. I have seen it with the naked eye once. Sailors used to be advised to only sail when the Pleiades were visible. I can't wait to take my telescope out and try to look for it. I just need to take it someplace really really dark without light pollution.

Listening to Above by The Alphabetical Order

Official Apology Letter to Elijah Wood

2011-08-22T20:34:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, when I watch Lord of the Rings, I get distracted by Elijah Woods eyes. His large large deep pools of blue. See, I can't help but think back to 1997. When I ran into him at Virgin in Hollywood. And here is my official apology letter to Mr. Elijah Wood.

Dearest Elijah Wood,
I am very sorry for running into you that day at Virgin. I actually happened to notice you earlier. I had always been a fan. Who doesn't like "Forever Young"? Anyway, I had indeed noticed you earlier but we were in Los Angeles, and seeing celebrities is no biggie, so I played it cool. But when I tried to look for you again (just a quick glance, because I thought you were cute), I found myself bumping into you instead. Hard. I felt the sting of your bones for like 5 mins, as you must have felt mine. And I remember looking down into your amazingly blue eyes and mumbling a quick apology. You mumbled one, too. In fact, as I remember, we were a mirror image of clumsiness. Only I was taller.
I am also sorry for bumping into you with a David Cassidy cd in my hand. I hoped you hadn't noticed. I was very embarrassed then, as I am now. But I did buy the CD and now, every time I hear, "Hey I think I Love You," I think of you. But only because I bumped into you when I bought it, not because I love you. I don't.
Yours,
Yvonne

PS: Its partly your fault, too. I guess neither of us were paying very much attention.

Just Like A Woman

2011-08-19T21:00:00.000-07:00

Just barely like a woman. Yes, I cry at commercials and I love lipgloss. Taking care of people is a natural instinct, but thats about it! Growing up, my idol was my older brother and his poster of James Dean. My best friends were my cousins Omar & Jonathan, and oh the trouble we got into. In high school, I hung out with ALL boys and even dressed like a Greaser from The Outsider. I finally met some girls towards the end of high school who were pretty cool, and we did girly things. Like watch "Titanic".

Still, it was until a certain Jonathan Meyer convinced me to show a little leg that I finally started to get noticed. I still wasnt comfortable with it. Am not comfortable with it, but I am used to it now. I still shrug off compliments. Very few actually get to me. One or two here and there.

In the core of it all though, deep down inside, i'm still that tomboy of a girl. My hair was shorter than most boys hair, my jeans were cuffed, my t shirt sleeves were cuffed. My friends were football jocks who also liked Morrissey, and those were some good times. I wake up and I am that person before i'm the girly girly. Every once in while I just have to remind myself.

Just Like A Woman by Jeff Buckley (covering Dylan)

Hip-Hop

2011-08-19T20:39:00.000-07:00

My music education started with hip hop and break dancing. This was before kindergarten, in the run down streets of the San Fernando Valley. My neighbors and caretakers were teenagers, circa 1984. I can recall a birthday party of mine, maybe 5 years old. Cardboard to one side for the teenagers to bust some moves. Legs in the air, spinning, etc. I watched them as if they were my own personal heroes. I didn't need She-ra or or He-Man. Just the b-boys of my neighborhood, with their loud boom boxes. That is where my dreaming started, folks.

Listening to Hip-Hop by Mos Def

Los Angeles, I'm Yours

2011-08-18T22:16:00.000-07:00

panoramic view
shifting shades
of grey and blue
city of mine
city so true
tonight I dream of you.

I lost myself to your nights
through the stars I found my way
and watched as dawn welcomed the brand new day

city of mine
city so true
tonight, I close my eyes
and think of you.

Your pacific ocean, how many countless days
have I spent lying at your shore
how many countless ways have I spent in the folds of your waves
through all the golden sun-kissed days
wrapped in the warmth of your sweet summer breeze

city of mine
city so true
my heart belongs to you
not a single night
or a single day
goes by
wishing and hoping that someday
I'll come back home to you.

Listening to Los Angeles, I'm Yours by The Decemberists

No Hiding Place Down Here

2011-08-15T21:32:00.000-07:00

Lately, I have been dreaming a lot about shark attacks. It's weird. But theyve been freaking me out lately. Maybe its because I learned some things this summer about sharks that I didn't know. Now, I don't know exactly what started my phobia. Maybe it was several things:

1. A friend of the family was a shark expert/diver. He was badly scarred. Both arms. He had a bunch of shark jaws and gave one to my brother. My brother hung them on his wall in his room. They were gigantic. I used to feel the teeth. Trace the sharpness with my finger tips. Imagine it biting me.

2. There was a picture I found when I was looking through family photos when I was around 10. It was a photo of a shark, in the water. I asked my brother where it was taken, and I don't remember what he said, but he answered, implying it was real. (years and years later I found out it was a fake...something taken at universal studios, near the actual set of jaws.)Brothers!

3. The movie Jaws of course. It's more terrifying because there is so little of the actual shark. My imagination runs away with itself.

4. Marine Biology class. Since then I haven't set foot in the ocean. I used to go all the time. I thought if I stayed close to short, I was shafe. not so much. I think my marine teacher feels bad about that, but he can't help it really. We took a field trip to the beach once, as a class. I was scared.

My fear was always irrational. Even now, if the lights are all off, I will for a second panic and wonder if this is what its like underwater at night, and oh my god, is a shark coming?! I used to be SO scared to go swimming at night in my pool. The way the light and the water would sparkle against the windows was so beautifully eerie. I stayed in the shallow end and I was always looking behind my shoulder. *ALWAYS* I guess there are sillier things to be afraid of. But I do wonder if I can ever be brave enough to go into the water again. I get goosebumps all over just thinking about it. Really. I mean, along with being afraid of sharks, I also don't like the dark, and I don't like silence. When you're under water, its dark and you can't see, even if a shark is coming, (unless youre wearing goggles, but hey, what if the water is murky?) and you definitely can't hear anything. These three fears combined?! Is the water really worth it?

No Hiding Place Down Here by His Name is Alive

You Know My Name

2011-08-02T08:02:00.000-07:00

I was reading a Bond short story night, and I loved that when I fell asleep, I dreamt in Bond! It was one of the best dreams ever. It was dusk in my dream, and I was playing Bond. I was on my way somewhere, in a black limo. But I had a nagging feeling we were being followed, so I told the driver to stop. I got out of the limo and took my gun out and I hid behind the limo. It was very hot out, and I was wearing a white tux. The heat was making it difficult to breath, but I wasn't breaking a sweat. Instead I waited...then I woke up.
I love the way Ian Fleming writes Bond. He's more real in the books.
Here's something from Casino Royale that I love so much.

"And then there was this pest of a girl. He sighed. Women were for recreation. On the job, they got in the way and fogged things up with sex and hurt feelings and all the emotional baggage they carried around with them. One had to look out for them and take care of them."

It shows two sides of Bond in that one paragraph. I love it. He's so hard, and so cold, but there is just something about him that warms you. I don't know, it works for me. I can't really talk for the movies. I've only seen Craig as Bond. And he is amazing. I don't think I will ever watch another Bond. Pierce Brosnan just doesn't seem to have what it takes to pull off that coldness mixed with warmth.

Listening to You Know My Name by Chris Cornell

Vinyl, She Loves You

2011-07-25T06:57:00.000-07:00

So, I've actually been listening to my new records. In ways that I have never listened to cds.
I will put the record on and just lie right in front of my record player and listen. Maybe its that you have to adjust things here and there when a record plays. Tuning, pitch, etc. Or maybe its that you have to turn it over, so you stay close.
I love itunes and I loved my iPod (r.i.p) but it made listening to music less personal, didn't it?
Last night I listened to a Doors Record and Jim Morrison's voice coming through was ghostly and eerie and haunting and beautiful. I don't know if its the quality of the sound, or if its all just psychological. I do know that I LOVE IT

Listening to She Loves You by The Beatles.

Dearest

2011-07-25T06:50:00.000-07:00

You leave your things
lying around
evidence that you were here

i see your things
lying around
and i don't feel as alone
when i am at home.

Listening to Dearest by Buddy Holly

Covers

2011-07-20T21:37:00.000-07:00

Ok, just for the record.
If, as an artist, I cover any songs, live, these are the songs Im going to cover. For sure.

1. "be my light, be my guide" by Gene.

...tell me more about women. I have four last night, so...can I be your friend tonight?

I like that. Growing up, i had a lot of inadequate feelings. Like I wasn't good enough. Show me how to have fun and then maybe I can be your friend, too. A lot of those feelings still linger now. And its a good song. It has a good rock sound. Catchy.

2. Pictures of You by The Cure.

Look, I know. Its been done before. But whatever, im not going to release it as a single, so you wont get tired of it. Picture it, acoustic. With chimes.

3. let me keep this slot open for a few more days.

Home is in Your Head, my Head is in LA

2011-07-19T08:42:00.000-07:00

Lately, I've been watching Conan, and some other Los Angeles based shows. When they cut to images of home, my heart breaks a little every single time. In most of these places, I have my own memories.
Often, on Alias, they'll be at Santa Monica, and I remember all my Friday and Saturday nights there.
On Conan, they often talk about Los Angeles news. Carmaggedon. My mom was complaining of Carmeggedon. And i felt my heart break a little when Conan mentioned it.
I kept feeling like I shouldn't be here. Not because Conan mentioned it, but it was just a reminder. One of these days, I will return. And it will be glorious. I will have coffee at the top of the mountain at Griffith. I will use their telescope to see the moon. And I will feel at home again.
I will go to Venice Beach and smell the incense burning. I will walk the streets of Melrose.

Listening to Home is in Your Head by His Name is Alive

Heartbeat

2011-07-03T15:10:00.000-07:00

An old friend found me on facebook. Someone I knew way long ago, when I was really young. We didn't go to school together, I think our moms were just friends.
I remember seeing her a few times in my late teens. Once around her 18th birthday, and once we went to Universal City Walk.
Anyway, she found me and friended me and posted on her wall that its because of me she loves all thing timeless, classic, music, etc.
I don't remember being profound in any sort of way as a teenager. I have no idea what she is talking about.
What I do know is this. If I have helped one person appreciate something as profound as music, and bike rides, then I mean, it's all worth it, isn't it?
One person is enough. ;)

Listening to Heartbeat by Buddy Holly.

Work in Progress

2011-07-02T08:36:00.000-07:00

Down by your house
There's a place
it's not too far

Hop the fence
and get caught in the rain

You held my hand, as we ran

And I don't mind
but I won't shine
for anyone....but you.

Streets of Tomorrow.

2011-06-30T19:24:00.000-07:00

Im wandering on the streets of tomorrow.
I don't know which path to follow.
There's a fellow down the road.
He's got a violin and he's playin.
Playin a song for the brokenhearted.

Step in time and follow me.
We'll wander these streets, so narrow.
Squeezing through abandoned cars
just to get by.
On one, we climb. It was the only way through.
Seemed like a pretty good place to stay.
On the hood, we lay, side by side. You with your violin.
Me with my sorrow.

The next day, we rose from a deep sleep.
The sun was not shining, the birds were not singing.
You played on through the dawn, your sweet song.
You played it for me, all this time for my broken heart.
I felt better that day, with you by my side.
Felt better on this street of tomorrow.