The dream...

Yet again, another one of those days. A day where your art is unappreciated. Your talent holds no gratitude to others. As a famous big haired, wig wearing, big chested, fake nailed, cosmetically altered, DIVA once sang"...One day, the tides gunna turn, and it's all gunna flow your way!" Well, honeys, the tide is turning...

Time to meditate on the disasters about to come...

This is a site I accidentally came across, and I am glad I did! Just what I needed, yet another blog to get addicted to!!

The Sandra Bernhard Experience

She sang to Boy George, holding his hands in a mock I love you, I worship you, you are everything to me. Boy's responce at the end was hilarious- he burst out laughing, saying he didn't know how to respond. Such an awkward thing. Or was it? Enbrace it. Own it. Miss Sandra is singing to you! For just a moment I was in Boy's shoes, feeling the emotions of, "This is really cool, but you are wierding me the fuck out!" Oh how I would have responded differently...hmmm...maybe not. Sandra is genious and scarey and if ever her and I are out for bad coffee in some dusty roadside diner, with plastic placemats...I'll hold her hands. I'll sing to her. I'll look her straight in the eyes as I belt out the most fabulous rendition of 'Escape' (the pina colada song) Miss Sandra will sit and hold my hands, possible shed a tear while telling me that was the most brilliant moment she has ever had, then we'll order a side of fries, to go of course.