Crown.

Guess that y’all have seen the link on this page thanks to my Tech Ninja Metzy. Bless her.

I am in the running alright…..

If I was walking towards you right now I would be limping due to the fact that I tore my big toe open dancing  in a raucous impromptu flash mob to Biggie Smalls in Miss Emma’s kitchen with some of the immortal Fox-core the other night while still recovering from a night of punishing southern  madness with my amazing and much admired Goatwhore.

It was the James Brown slide that sealed my fate.Now I have genuine swagger and hopefully not tetanus.

I exist in my head for much of the day. Just me and whatever music is keeping me company and I forget that there are people out there who see me and what I do. Who are interested.

Any reader of this drivel will know that I have been so low for so long that I would need stilts to walk under a snake. To put it bluntly,I am sick of feeling like that so…..

I decided to throw my hat back into the ring.”Hat” meaning “Me” and “Ring” meaning the Miss Inked competition for 2013.

I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. That I could stand up and be seen again. You know what? I ain’t gonna lie,I wanted to be wanted without any form of human contact and this seemed like the muy primo way to do it. I know that it sounds strange but it makes sense to me.

As much as I would like to pull a Thoreau and go and live alone in a shack by a lake and pontificate wildly while living on someone else’s dime I know that I have to stay in the race.Why I think this is so necessary I am not sure but its cool to play shows and be in bands so its here I will remain.

Got to catch up with my lead guitarist and one of my all round favorite guys Nixon as he played a show here on the weekend supporting Terror. His band,I Exist, has 4 guitarists and he is all over that shit making it look effortless as always. As I stood smirking side of stage once again I thought just how lucky I am  to have the people that I have.

Ah….back to my Walden-esqe pondering

As time rushes by as is its habit,I get to thinking more and more that I am going to stay alone and I am cool with that but I don’t want to fade away.I still want to be valid and both a visual and musical artist. I feel like I have paid enough dues and spent enough time in the trenches that I can “do” pretty now. And fuck me but its fun!

I have been lucky enough to work with some amazing photographers and I want to get their work out there.

And at the bottom of it all you have an ugly kid getting their revenge. I am not gonna lie.

A sweeter life than what I have had for such a long time.

I have a show tomorrow night and three pairs of shoes,well,two pairs of shoes and one utterly spanktacular pair of brown suede thigh high boots followed me home today.Closely followed by two handbags.

I hung out with dear Sammy D from Acid Bath and we watched the world go by as we sat in a doorway and laughed at it and all the folly it contains.Saw Nixon do what he does best and cherished time spent looking back over our long and loud friendship. Had my amethyst haired angel Miss Emma set me right and shine her light on me.Miss Nina behind the bar and spurring me on. My big brother always looking out for me as always.My baby brother set to make me an aunt by the end of the year.

And the mere thought of a crown making my internal barbie shit its pants.

Now, go and put on Bachman Turner Overdrive and dance.