Holiday amnesia

I have been so busy making my holiday gifts, preparing for debt consolidation (cat's out of the bag: I'm in debt) and hammering out my vacation plans for next week that I just plumb forgot that I have a blog. I have to keep my three readers entertained. Sorry Mom, Mchan and Mark.

Let's see what I've been up to since we last checked in.

I got to see Kid Beyond again. Really, my sweets, if you get a chance, go see him. He will wreck your sense of reality and you will be really happy about it.

He was on tour with Imogen Heap, so I got to see her too. I've not spent a lot of time listening to her music and I was happy to have a chance to do so. She just has one of those voices that takes you on a little jaunt through her stories and her compisitions are the perfect backdrop. This lady knows her abilitites so well and really works with what she's got.

And she's very tall. She has taken to backcombing (also known as 'ratting') her hair, which adds on quite a few inches to her already altitudinous person.

So I had the chance to chat with Imogen, and she is quite kind. Me being me, and not really caring whether people like me or not, whether they are famous or not, I had to ask her some questions. Nothing pervy, just about her music.

I'm fascinated with people who have the ability to focus on one thing. Especially people who are so focused on one thing that many go out of their way to view, purchase or buy what these people spend every waking moment doing. I have a Tasmanian Devil brain that can only ingest so much of one thing before gleefully slobbering and scrambling over to the next shiny object that catches it's attention. Plus, I tend to feel insecure around focused folks. I'm perfectly happy with my rapid brain, until I meet someone successful within their focus. Then I immeadiately wonder if I have wasted a bunch of time learning about dumb little things when I could have been writing music, or starring in a kick ass Broadway play I wrote, or working on becoming a household name.

So, I had to ask Ms. Heap "Why music?" to which she replied, "I was never good at anything else".

Duh. Of course! That makes perfect sense! If the only thing I could do remotely well was ice skate, or math, then you bet your ass I would spend my time becoming the best freaking ice skater or the best math-doing-person EVER!!!

I just like to do so much stuff and while I'm not good at all of it, I tend to pick enough of it up to have it enchant me for a while. Some stuff I got pretty good at while other stuff I'm just glad I lived through experimenting with. Yeah, I probably will be plagued with feeling inadequate while standing next to corporate CEO's, rock stars, or an Ju-Jitsu sensei. I'll just have to remember the wealth of information that I have picked up along the way was really fucking fun to gather.

Ok, so I can't set up a business plan, write a song or chop through a block with my head (the latter being the most enticing of the three), but I have been skydiving, moved to cities where I didn't know a soul, had no job and no digs and created a whole life for myself. I am learning how to weld, I can shoot a bow, waterski, spit really far, swim and kinda play guitar and piano. I've written and performed in plays, worked as a bike messenger, worked at a recording studio and worked as a dog walker while going to massage therapy school.

Take that all you mono-focused people.