April 19, 2014
April 5, 2014
I had the strangest dream last night. I had travelled back in time and I was hanging out with Marilyn Monroe. She was so beautiful, she smelled so good and she had the most feisty independent spirit. I loved her. At the same time, myself and all my friends had to make sure we didn’t refer at all to the future and in particular her early passing. At one point, something came up and she looked worried and asked what we were talking about. I was torn between wanting to save her and not messing with the space time continuum. At one point, Madonna came up and we showed her a picture of the True Blue album cover, thinking she would instantly see the connection and the style influence, but she didn’t! She made a kind of ‘huh!’ sound as if she didn’t see any resemblance. It’s hard to know what the message of the dream was, apart from reminding me that she was a one of a kind.
April 2, 2014
My take on the ‘new’ Michael Jackson album news : If you found a pencil sketch by Monet, that he himself had discarded and decided not to finish - then got a team of painters to ‘finish’ it after his death, would it still be a Monet? Of course not.
March 22, 2014
March 18, 2014
March 17, 2014
The great thing about being independent; and not just of the music industry, but of ‘celebrity’ is that I genuinely don’t give a fuck. ;)
March 15, 2014
March 14, 2014
When someone finds me online after falling off their radar for years and says some variation of ‘what happened to you?’ I want to reply ‘Nothing. I never went anywhere. You did.’ With the love, with the love.
March 12, 2014
Met a French woman in L.A the other day and we got to talking about Europe. I asked her if she missed the changing of the seasons and she said ‘No!’ ‘I never miss anywhere,’ she said confidently. ‘Wherever I am, that’s where I am’. I smiled.