


So, I had a performance at Sundance last night. A girl from my record label has been working on a 2 hour album to coincide as a soundtrack for The Return to OZ, just like the Pink Floyd album and The Wizard of OZ. She needed some "beheaded" backup singers, and it was to be me, my friend, and another super-cool girl from my record label. Wouldn't ya know it, but that day around lunchtime, both of them got sicker than sick, and had to bow out. Fortunately, my awesome friend 'Elsa' and somebody I didn't know were able to fill the spots. We were in a built box that made it look like we were just heads on pedestals, and sang and screamed and all that stuff... it was great!
I was having a really bleak, lonely day, and it just seemed especially out of the ordinary depressing... and then I remembered that those kinds of days usually only follow right after a fantastic performance.
As soon as I find some pictures from the show, I'll post them.
It was the third time I've performed at Sundance, this time being a lot more fun than the other two. I met Fairuza Balk, who hosted the show, and then casually slipped out after introducing it. (Why do celebrities do that? I think it's rude.) Anyways, she wasn't too impressive. She looked especially under the influence of something, and didn't really care to 'bother' to speak to anyone. Maybe she was shy, but... I would've liked a picture taken with her. Oh well....
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Trying to stay ahead of the game, working on keeping up the house, keeping the kids fed and happy, etc. (the radiohead song that says "Fitter, happier, more productive, on antibiotics, ...." comes to mind.
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