I stay in bed until the last possible moment. Thank goodness the club is across the street from my hotel. I keep pushing the alarm time forward a half hour and finally - after hitting the snooze button several times on my cell - I drag my ass out of bed. My knees are aching and I am just plain tired. I force myself out of bed and start gettting ready. I was so excited about my outfit for tonight's performance - a new designer tie dyed gown, long and flowing. Unfortunately, I put it on and …
What Kind of Singer Are You?
I am in the midsts of preparing for my trip to Riga, Latvia. I am a bit nervous (new band, new old material, long assed lay over in Stockholm, my thighs squeezed into a airplane seat) but ready to face what lies ahead - a brand new adventure. Ready or not, here I come! I got an emailed list of interview questions from a Latvian musician. He wanted to post it on his band's web site or something like that but it struck me how much he did not know about me. It's not his fault of course. No one …