Wednesday, May 2, 2002
'ello... just performed on radio show in holland with very
fine hosts indeed! Holland is a wonderful place to do any sort of promotion
in. First off, all the big studios come equipped with bars that the staff
hang out in after (and during?) work. The Heiniken is free flowing and
so are the tasty lil' japanese crackers! Much fun! And also a pool table
and darts and chalk board to write stupid things on! Why don't we have
bars in our office buildings? What's wrong with us?
LOVE to perform on radio shows. Love when hosts sing along
with me too! On the air! Just lovely. Really! Makes one feel very important
and sing-alongable. Being sing-alongable is a very good thing! TBesides,
that kinda stuff never happens on Z100.
When one is not singing along with hosts and drinking free
Heinikens on radio shows, I suggest visiting Amsterdam via foot, but careful
of the trolley tracks! There is NO SYSTEM that I could figure out whatsoever
for trolley track crossings. Trolleys come from every way. They even seem
to come from above. Suggest NOT being on influence of Heiniken when attempting
to cross trolley tracks. And then of course there are the bicycles. Millions
and millions of lil' dutch people wizzing by you at top speed. You literally
get whiplash at just about every intersection. Very confusing. It was always
a relief when you were on the right side of the street for what you needed.
Oh! And some fun dutch products: PE PE (name of toilet
paper) and ROBOBANK (name of bank).
And their lil' supermarkets! PRECIOUS! All those Coco-Pebbles
boxes with lil' dutch names. So cute! Yes, definitely loved the dutch.
And, I think in general, the closer one can be to the source of Hagen Daas
the better.
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Wednesday, May 1, 2002
I seem to be on the 1000 step program towards success.
Perhaps I should have be born the daughter of someone famous and I could
have been famous lickety split. Just like that. I could have been Jim Morrison's
daughter for instance. Everyone would see me and love me and it will be
this big secret that I was Jim Morrison's daughter but no one would be
able to keep the secret. Everyone would say "your not supposed to know
this but she's really Jim Morrison's daughter" and so on and so on just
like in those Faberge Organic Shampoo commercials (I told all my friends
about Faberge shampoo, and they told their friends and they told their
friends and they told their friends too). Everyone would want to see Jim
Morrison's daughter! And then they would hear me play songs from JOY and
be instantly hooked. VIOLA! Too bad I couldn't just go back in time and
jump into the womb of some buxom Doors fan who had a series of romantic
meetings with Jim Morrison at his Paris hotel. Ah, tres bien.
My dad owns an electronic store on 6th Ave. Dad is a swell
guy, and whenever you purchase a SONY CD player you do occasionally get
a free copy of JOY, but this process is taking a very long time. Yes, being
the daughter of a famous rock and roll star would certainly have been quicker.
Note to self: I'll have to consider this for next time.
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