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- Lisa Goe
- www.lisagoe.com Too many miraculous, strange, hilarious things happen to me...so its about time you all experience it with me through the ups and down of lisagoe.com
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Easter!
I came home for Easter, and its great to be home. my dog has a set of bunny ears on with a basket of goodies that she is drooling over. i love it. I think we are having a bit too much fun with these bunny ears.
My trip in Nashville was amazing, but i couldn't tell you the highlight. or any GREAT rockstar stories. It was a definite time of reflection and i will have to say, I'm still trying to figure things out. I'm starting to feel however that i don't have a lot of time to figure it all out. Granted today's society has changed in the last 20 or so years, but i look at my life, comparative to my mothers, and realize at my age my mom had a full time well paid job and a 2 year old daughter.
I, on the other hand, am nowhere near having children and recognize in no more than 4 years i will indeed be 30..."30 flirty and thriving" Ha! For the time being. i'll just enjoy my dog and my bunny ears
Thursday, March 20, 2008
BO BERRY BISCUITS ROCK MY PICKING WORLD!!!
So i have a song called Cigarette, inspired by a young life girl i met who reminded me of myself, but I had not nearly as much of a rich story line. She would rant and rave about Bojangles "her all time munchy spot" so i wrote about it, and threw in some common food items so people in the south would know what I was talking about.
needless to say, i never actually enjoyed a bo*berry biscuit and a large coke for 2..that is until last night! the most glorious of glory's! after a great dinner at sams' i ventured to bo*jangles which no joke, after i finish this blog, i'm hopping in my sweet jetta rental, hitting some thrift stores, and getting another helping of boberry biscuits. they are the most delicious things ever!!!
I'm about to document.. so get prepared.
on another note. i like nashville. its easy. its comforting, there are nice people, and i can totally understand how musicians enjoy playing here. its home, even if you've never set foot on the land before. its home. As i got in the car on my way to my friends house, I thought out loud, "is it weird i don't feel out of place?!" and i still don't. i don't feel awkward or scared. comfortable. really.
okay leaving fido and on to bojangles. i might even have to write another song about these darn biscuits;) yum
UPDATE! to prove my love of BoBerry Biscuits, enjoy the video.
p.s. notice the white marks on the wheel. they are icing remnants from the previous nights spree:)
needless to say, i never actually enjoyed a bo*berry biscuit and a large coke for 2..that is until last night! the most glorious of glory's! after a great dinner at sams' i ventured to bo*jangles which no joke, after i finish this blog, i'm hopping in my sweet jetta rental, hitting some thrift stores, and getting another helping of boberry biscuits. they are the most delicious things ever!!!
I'm about to document.. so get prepared.
on another note. i like nashville. its easy. its comforting, there are nice people, and i can totally understand how musicians enjoy playing here. its home, even if you've never set foot on the land before. its home. As i got in the car on my way to my friends house, I thought out loud, "is it weird i don't feel out of place?!" and i still don't. i don't feel awkward or scared. comfortable. really.
okay leaving fido and on to bojangles. i might even have to write another song about these darn biscuits;) yum
UPDATE! to prove my love of BoBerry Biscuits, enjoy the video.
p.s. notice the white marks on the wheel. they are icing remnants from the previous nights spree:)
Another airport and its all the same thing
FiRST! I do have some pics from St. patty's day with the most fantastic story. so that is coming. SECOND. this one is long and may be exhausting..so if you don't read it i understand.
I’m in the airport once again. there’s definitely something appealing about writing in an airport. Or maybe its more the fact i get a moment to sit and write how i want, rather than how much time I have in my pocket at the moment.
A few things i noted as i walked around..and i dearly wish i had scratched them down on paper because i already know i’ve forgotten a few
*time: complaining: frustration
* the price for good food
*kind people in the airport. first time i’ve run into kind people in la
*Destination unknown.
I don’t know why i get myself so frustrated over petty things. Only petty beccause the satisfaction of complaining dies quickly once I adjust. Today its money. However, when really is it not money. I have an oodle and a half of financial woes, yet i’m flying to Tennessee and then a break in maui, followed by who knows what. I couldn’t be doing that bad right? I know I am a traveler at heart, and for a while now it has certainly been repressed, so funds..meh..its losing the funds for stupid things is the matter.
This morning, I woke up, disgruntled i had spent the prior evening collecting as many tax write offs as possible. I downloaded umpteenth sheets of papers to file, and in the end, 5 hours later, was still at square one. I had previously finished my taxes, however my previous employer decided to give me a 1099 suggesting I was an independent contractor..i don’t even have a license.
Being that there are only 3 weeks till tax day and i had not received any papers, i didn’t file it. My first mistake..or was it. anyhow. I did not complete my taxes and then had to pack. Now this all wouldn’t be so bad except i had planned to see Rachael Yamagata, an artist i have high esteem for and has in the past written great encouragement that has helped encourage me on this crazy path of musician life.
As my friend Nathan would say, you wouldnt put a baby in the freezer..or some nonsense like that, meaning, don’t regret what you can’t unfix..how that has to do with a baby in the freezer i don’t know.. perhaps i’m misquoting him, but in any case, point taken. I need to keep moving forward and not look at what I didn’t do...but of course i won’t. i’m too filled with Drama to do that!
I continued the morning disgruntled, puffy eyed from spasmatic anxiety attack, fixed myself a bowl of cereal, and headed out to the airport. My grandmother was kind of enough to give me some cash, which i always feel bad about taking. i should be giving her money, not her giving me money. I took it still with gratitude and proceeded down the long line of uncertainty.
I checked in and was stopped by a kind stewardist who would not stop complimenting my carry on bag. I must say its pretty chic. Its fluorescent green. How could you NOT want this bag. She was so kind, asked where i was flying, and was disappointed we would not be on the same flight (shew as going to NY) A smile stretched between my cheeks, and i realized that was the first nice person i spoke with in la in a LONG time. sad sad sad.
As i walked the corridor to find Gate 44 v I decided to get some food. I compared prices and went up and down a few times, comparing prices, food items, and so on. I settled with a deli that was wicked expensive, but the food was good, nutritious, and for having not much on it (roasted vegetables and ciabatta..not even cheese!) it was really good.....that or i wanted it to be good for paying so much for it. Its truly amazing how much Airports are making off of people from food!
I looked around a while for my gate and couldn’t for the life of me find it. 42,43, 45, 46...what?! where’s 44?! back and forth back and forth. I was bewildered. i looked for someone to ask but everyone was going every which way. I found it, down the stairs, around the corner, hop on a shuttle, and tuhdah! you’ve arrived! I got there in plenty of time..however..i needed gum. man. i’m sitting in the plane now, thinking....crap. these people i’m between must think i smell bad. but what are you going to do.
For now, i feel a little ill prepared. i won’t lie. I didn’t check to see if i had any other connections in Nashville. I don’t even know why i’m going. to go for an experience of some possible bigger gig. what am I doing. I want to say i’m being faithful, but the truth is, am i being ignorant.. okay gross. these people in front of me need to get their hands off each other before i vom all over them. save it for the bathroom or something..anywho.
When we first arrived on the plane, we heard there would be a bit of a delay. And this is what i heard “oh c’mon! we’re leaving at what time? thats ridiculous, I HAVE to be back by Saturday. we need to take off now! uff gruff blah” I’m not saying i’ve never had these words come out of my mouth before (because i most certainly have) but it made me realize how important everyone thinks their time is. have we lost the true value of relaxation? I understand not everyone gets on a plane to go on vacation or to be somewhere exciting, but where are the days you just push off and not worry about not being somewhere at this or that time..okay now the couple is kind of cute.
C’est la vie. I hope i’m not making a mistake..i dont think i am. i really dont even know why i’m on this plane.. but i’m thankful. i needed to get out of la. i’ll save that for next time.
I’m in the airport once again. there’s definitely something appealing about writing in an airport. Or maybe its more the fact i get a moment to sit and write how i want, rather than how much time I have in my pocket at the moment.
A few things i noted as i walked around..and i dearly wish i had scratched them down on paper because i already know i’ve forgotten a few
*time: complaining: frustration
* the price for good food
*kind people in the airport. first time i’ve run into kind people in la
*Destination unknown.
I don’t know why i get myself so frustrated over petty things. Only petty beccause the satisfaction of complaining dies quickly once I adjust. Today its money. However, when really is it not money. I have an oodle and a half of financial woes, yet i’m flying to Tennessee and then a break in maui, followed by who knows what. I couldn’t be doing that bad right? I know I am a traveler at heart, and for a while now it has certainly been repressed, so funds..meh..its losing the funds for stupid things is the matter.
This morning, I woke up, disgruntled i had spent the prior evening collecting as many tax write offs as possible. I downloaded umpteenth sheets of papers to file, and in the end, 5 hours later, was still at square one. I had previously finished my taxes, however my previous employer decided to give me a 1099 suggesting I was an independent contractor..i don’t even have a license.
Being that there are only 3 weeks till tax day and i had not received any papers, i didn’t file it. My first mistake..or was it. anyhow. I did not complete my taxes and then had to pack. Now this all wouldn’t be so bad except i had planned to see Rachael Yamagata, an artist i have high esteem for and has in the past written great encouragement that has helped encourage me on this crazy path of musician life.
As my friend Nathan would say, you wouldnt put a baby in the freezer..or some nonsense like that, meaning, don’t regret what you can’t unfix..how that has to do with a baby in the freezer i don’t know.. perhaps i’m misquoting him, but in any case, point taken. I need to keep moving forward and not look at what I didn’t do...but of course i won’t. i’m too filled with Drama to do that!
I continued the morning disgruntled, puffy eyed from spasmatic anxiety attack, fixed myself a bowl of cereal, and headed out to the airport. My grandmother was kind of enough to give me some cash, which i always feel bad about taking. i should be giving her money, not her giving me money. I took it still with gratitude and proceeded down the long line of uncertainty.
I checked in and was stopped by a kind stewardist who would not stop complimenting my carry on bag. I must say its pretty chic. Its fluorescent green. How could you NOT want this bag. She was so kind, asked where i was flying, and was disappointed we would not be on the same flight (shew as going to NY) A smile stretched between my cheeks, and i realized that was the first nice person i spoke with in la in a LONG time. sad sad sad.
As i walked the corridor to find Gate 44 v I decided to get some food. I compared prices and went up and down a few times, comparing prices, food items, and so on. I settled with a deli that was wicked expensive, but the food was good, nutritious, and for having not much on it (roasted vegetables and ciabatta..not even cheese!) it was really good.....that or i wanted it to be good for paying so much for it. Its truly amazing how much Airports are making off of people from food!
I looked around a while for my gate and couldn’t for the life of me find it. 42,43, 45, 46...what?! where’s 44?! back and forth back and forth. I was bewildered. i looked for someone to ask but everyone was going every which way. I found it, down the stairs, around the corner, hop on a shuttle, and tuhdah! you’ve arrived! I got there in plenty of time..however..i needed gum. man. i’m sitting in the plane now, thinking....crap. these people i’m between must think i smell bad. but what are you going to do.
For now, i feel a little ill prepared. i won’t lie. I didn’t check to see if i had any other connections in Nashville. I don’t even know why i’m going. to go for an experience of some possible bigger gig. what am I doing. I want to say i’m being faithful, but the truth is, am i being ignorant.. okay gross. these people in front of me need to get their hands off each other before i vom all over them. save it for the bathroom or something..anywho.
When we first arrived on the plane, we heard there would be a bit of a delay. And this is what i heard “oh c’mon! we’re leaving at what time? thats ridiculous, I HAVE to be back by Saturday. we need to take off now! uff gruff blah” I’m not saying i’ve never had these words come out of my mouth before (because i most certainly have) but it made me realize how important everyone thinks their time is. have we lost the true value of relaxation? I understand not everyone gets on a plane to go on vacation or to be somewhere exciting, but where are the days you just push off and not worry about not being somewhere at this or that time..okay now the couple is kind of cute.
C’est la vie. I hope i’m not making a mistake..i dont think i am. i really dont even know why i’m on this plane.. but i’m thankful. i needed to get out of la. i’ll save that for next time.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
The tale of the no good very bad day
I have vented enough vents
and opened enough windows to not want to re-live the past few days in Santa Barbara. i don't think i was even there thats how horrible it was. it was more than dominoes..it was more like a volcano where everything erupts and then trickles down until it hardens , but alas another bubbling muck appears and you are back at square one.
to sum things up it went like this (I do need to preface all this and say..indeed..although my day was bad..these were indeed "luxury problems")
*rush around. finish moving
*have a show, wait, pay bills first
*go to pay store card bills find out fraudulent charges were made
*come to find not only that, but my visa had been compromised
at this point i'm looking at stress case moving around and throwing the remainder of her, my, things in the car, no bank card, and WICKED low on gas..and oh yeah. i apparently have a show so need to get ready for that.
so i took a break. i needed to. I went on the most beautiful hike, and i just wanted to sit up there on the mountain for afew hours and breathe in the relaxation of it all..but no..keep rushing around.
next morning. same things, but this time i spent most of my time talking to people who couldn't speak a lick of english who then told me to call on monday..nice. no money, bills overdue, stress stress stress..i know it doesn't seem like it..but my head was in a vice.
I couldn't take it, so i left Santa Barbara, a little refreshed but mostly stressed. I left when the sun was setting and enjoyed driving The 1. I called some friends and enjoyed some great and sometimes obscure music, and just decided to look forward to the rest of the evening.
My friend Ernie Halter had a show at Hotel Cafe, so i joyfully enjoyed an evening listening to him and Tony Lucca ( former Mickey mouse club member). It was a great show, and my friends from Canada, including the fabulous singer songwriter canadian "mod" extraordinaire Laurel. We all had a fabulous time enjoying the music as well as my good friend Samantha's birthday.
Ernie had mentioned maybe we all hang out later after the show, but being as it was daylight savings, we held off on going to the local club, 86 (awesome old speakeasy..my favorite). Instead, Ernie introduced me to Joey Degraw..who yes, is Gavin Degraw's brohawn...who in the end..although hanging out could have been fun, and he did ask me for my myspace...??? i was glad to retreat home.
so the moral of the story is...even if you are having a no good very bad day...take the time to do something you love. you never know when the no good very bad day will end (as they sometimes take more than a day)
and opened enough windows to not want to re-live the past few days in Santa Barbara. i don't think i was even there thats how horrible it was. it was more than dominoes..it was more like a volcano where everything erupts and then trickles down until it hardens , but alas another bubbling muck appears and you are back at square one.
to sum things up it went like this (I do need to preface all this and say..indeed..although my day was bad..these were indeed "luxury problems")
*rush around. finish moving
*have a show, wait, pay bills first
*go to pay store card bills find out fraudulent charges were made
*come to find not only that, but my visa had been compromised
at this point i'm looking at stress case moving around and throwing the remainder of her, my, things in the car, no bank card, and WICKED low on gas..and oh yeah. i apparently have a show so need to get ready for that.
so i took a break. i needed to. I went on the most beautiful hike, and i just wanted to sit up there on the mountain for afew hours and breathe in the relaxation of it all..but no..keep rushing around.
next morning. same things, but this time i spent most of my time talking to people who couldn't speak a lick of english who then told me to call on monday..nice. no money, bills overdue, stress stress stress..i know it doesn't seem like it..but my head was in a vice.
I couldn't take it, so i left Santa Barbara, a little refreshed but mostly stressed. I left when the sun was setting and enjoyed driving The 1. I called some friends and enjoyed some great and sometimes obscure music, and just decided to look forward to the rest of the evening.
My friend Ernie Halter had a show at Hotel Cafe, so i joyfully enjoyed an evening listening to him and Tony Lucca ( former Mickey mouse club member). It was a great show, and my friends from Canada, including the fabulous singer songwriter canadian "mod" extraordinaire Laurel. We all had a fabulous time enjoying the music as well as my good friend Samantha's birthday.
Ernie had mentioned maybe we all hang out later after the show, but being as it was daylight savings, we held off on going to the local club, 86 (awesome old speakeasy..my favorite). Instead, Ernie introduced me to Joey Degraw..who yes, is Gavin Degraw's brohawn...who in the end..although hanging out could have been fun, and he did ask me for my myspace...??? i was glad to retreat home.
so the moral of the story is...even if you are having a no good very bad day...take the time to do something you love. you never know when the no good very bad day will end (as they sometimes take more than a day)
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
forgot the title so we'll call it update
I'm still here
in la
I"m still figuring it out, but i'm actualy enjoying it. No, i'm not giggles and smiles like i am usually, but instead i'm furrowed in the brow and doing my best to keep all complaints inside, but this one I"m about to explode on is well worth the vent.
I am really tired of people telling me how i should do this music/entertainment thing. Talk to this person, do this, be this ,quite this, join this. I don't understand how people feel they have the right to tell me how i should plan my life. its worse than your parents telling you how to live your life...well..kinda. My parents never imposed that much as to what and where i should go, what i should do,etc. In college my mom encouraged me to be single while my other friends were getting packages and phone calls from their parents asking and encouraging the "ring before spring."
I must say i'm happy my life wasn't pressured with do's and don'ts (other than the obvious things that parents have to say (don't do drugs, have sex, and my parents would just say wear earplugs...i was created because of rock n' roll..people please)
I love when people who don't even know me say things like "you just need to make yourself known, and put yourself out there".. OH yeah..great advice....wasn't i the one to have you meet person a, b,c..do i really need to go through the alphabet.
What brought about this bitter..anger? several things.. but i guess its just been building up, and i've been good and kept my mouth shut, but its just really starting to bug. Its kind of like that scene in Notting Hill, when handsome dude..i can't remember his name, but that guy, brings Julia Roberts with him to his sister's birthday and the brother in law doesn't realize Julia is THE Julia, and when he does its priceless.
I understand some people want to help, and some people just want to be name droppers and sound real cool, but I am going to do it my way. the only way I know how. and that is to be patient , have faith, and fall into strange and mysterious situations that in the end always work out.
Not to say i'm not a wee scared about what i'm doing here. i'm living in my grandparents house, i'm 25 and I am just clueless. am i going to live here for a year like everyone else and just wait. how do i get more proactive and what is "putting my best foot forward " when i don't know my best yet. or am i in it? so many questions..these are the answers i want k. NOt "why aren't you on the radio yet? well this is what you should do. (okay person who has no clue what and how this business is run) uff..
Rockstar story of the day:
After doing a demo track for the infamous Miley Cyrus aka Hannah Montana, I Went to hotel cafe to enjoy some music..and spoke to Joss Stone..of course.. i didn't recognize who it was. i hid after she got off stage after her guest performance.
in la
I"m still figuring it out, but i'm actualy enjoying it. No, i'm not giggles and smiles like i am usually, but instead i'm furrowed in the brow and doing my best to keep all complaints inside, but this one I"m about to explode on is well worth the vent.
I am really tired of people telling me how i should do this music/entertainment thing. Talk to this person, do this, be this ,quite this, join this. I don't understand how people feel they have the right to tell me how i should plan my life. its worse than your parents telling you how to live your life...well..kinda. My parents never imposed that much as to what and where i should go, what i should do,etc. In college my mom encouraged me to be single while my other friends were getting packages and phone calls from their parents asking and encouraging the "ring before spring."
I must say i'm happy my life wasn't pressured with do's and don'ts (other than the obvious things that parents have to say (don't do drugs, have sex, and my parents would just say wear earplugs...i was created because of rock n' roll..people please)
I love when people who don't even know me say things like "you just need to make yourself known, and put yourself out there".. OH yeah..great advice....wasn't i the one to have you meet person a, b,c..do i really need to go through the alphabet.
What brought about this bitter..anger? several things.. but i guess its just been building up, and i've been good and kept my mouth shut, but its just really starting to bug. Its kind of like that scene in Notting Hill, when handsome dude..i can't remember his name, but that guy, brings Julia Roberts with him to his sister's birthday and the brother in law doesn't realize Julia is THE Julia, and when he does its priceless.
I understand some people want to help, and some people just want to be name droppers and sound real cool, but I am going to do it my way. the only way I know how. and that is to be patient , have faith, and fall into strange and mysterious situations that in the end always work out.
Not to say i'm not a wee scared about what i'm doing here. i'm living in my grandparents house, i'm 25 and I am just clueless. am i going to live here for a year like everyone else and just wait. how do i get more proactive and what is "putting my best foot forward " when i don't know my best yet. or am i in it? so many questions..these are the answers i want k. NOt "why aren't you on the radio yet? well this is what you should do. (okay person who has no clue what and how this business is run) uff..
Rockstar story of the day:
After doing a demo track for the infamous Miley Cyrus aka Hannah Montana, I Went to hotel cafe to enjoy some music..and spoke to Joss Stone..of course.. i didn't recognize who it was. i hid after she got off stage after her guest performance.
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