Those of you who have my album November Antique know that it came with a stencil.
I have a new usage for it the past few days: 

 a little bit of cinnamon on a cappuccino. 
keep sending my your ideas.
~mZ 

LOL

Well I’m headed out the door to the LA premier of the documentary,  The Memory Box.  

If you have a moment check out the progress of my web-site and let me know what you think:

~till later

~mz 

Last night after recording I went to a pub with a large group of miscreants.  We then shut it down by partying “too late” and moved the party to a house where one of my delightful new friends decided to dress me in ‘couture’ she was given from the designer earlier that day.  One of the shirts was gorgeous… and very see-through.  (sorry noone took a photo However it did prompt my friend to grab my boobs and ask “ARE THOSE REAL?”  LMAO

That was a good one.  I’d never heard it before.  

I laughed, and she said, ‘No really… it there any silicon in there?’  

No. No there is not.  And there will never be.

HERE HERE! 

~mz.  

I’m about to go out for lunch with Matt Malley. I’m still working on the coffee I made the other night. I didn’t know how much I was making and I don’t want to waste it. ?

I’m thinking about bringing in some new songs. This complicates things as we’d already picked three songs. My indecisiveness is backed by the feeling that every decision I make right now is the most important one ever… that every move I’m making will influence my future. Cause who defines themselves by such a small body of their work? Three songs. *sips coffee*

It’s hard to not see it that way right now.

I’ve been hanging out with old and new friends. I was sitting outside sipping wine when someone said, “It’s not good for a child to have two parents of the same sex.” I couldn’t believe someone would put their face behind that. They can’t think that. I’ve met a whole shit-load of people who are fucked up… straight parents… I’ve also met together driven people whose parents are GAY. One is not better than the other. It’s about the quantity of time you put into your kids. But they were serious, so many of them think that they’re serious. It reminds me of sitting down with one of my uncles friends. But my uncle is another story.

I’ve been incessantly filling up journals. I filled the last page of one last night. My hand is trying to keep up with my brain. It makes it harder to sleep. It feels like there is so much to do. And so much that is ACTUALLY happening. unbelievable.

holy shit. I might actually do this.

it’s about that time. till later~

~mZ

Tina Fey as Sarah Palin

 enjoy,
mz. 

mid process. 

MUTINY!!  

certain shows seem to be quite the challenge.  fuck ego.  you’ve just got to suck it up.  there is such a funny parallel while singing about my little broken hearts while i’m sitting in front of guys saying, “duuuude the was awwwesome,” “are you watching the game?”  ”I love boobs!” … okay I’m not certain about that last one… but it would not have been surprising.  in those moments it’s all about the music, cause what else do i have to lean on?  when i show up for the music is shows up for me.  an audience my music seemed to be drowning in brought out several at the end to talk about how they loved it and buy cds.  i was surprised. 

that all reminds me of another boob story… but that’s for another time. 

Has it only been two months?  It’s incredible the bi-coastal switch gives me the vague feeling I’ve invented whatever and wherever I just came from.   
I want to share some of my trip back and first day back on the west… via shots with my cell phone starting on the plane. (it was on airplane mode.).  I took a massive amount of pictures of clouds and basically chose this one at random. 
As the sunset was finishing up in the midwest there was a very active lightning storm in the distance.  This is one of my favorite things to see… in a tin box in the sky…  It’s also very hard to get a photo of with a cell phone.  I tried: 
 
My first morning back…Coffee in the morning is generally relaxing… but here… there is a coffee stealer.  Her name is Elle, she knows how to say it very well and at great volumes… in the morning though it’s all about the coffee… watch your cup… or she’ll eat your foam. 
 
My mom and I head to Body Worlds 3 after coffee with sketch books. 
 
We also travelled to a far off galaxy… and I get reception! :P 
 
And as I enjoyed it so much I thought I’d share my first sunset back in the west as well. 
I will be updating about recording in the studio and more as I truck along… 
 all the best,
~mz 

It’s been a long time.  My move isn’t complete yet as most of my things are still in California.  Boston is great.  I’m playing shows, writing songs, riding a bike everywhere, working, brewing beer, making friends… and getting on the radio! Here’s my radio plug thanks to the lovely DJ Laura Wilson from WMBR. 

http://www.wmbr.org/
listed under: 

 It’s in the last 4th of the show or so. 
Check it out.

I had a show a couple days ago at an art house called, Cloud Club.  The fourth floor has a hole in it covered by plexiglass looking down at a bathtub on the third floor.  The fourth floor has plaster climbing around that resembles roots and trees.  The entire building is filled with little knick-knacks.  It made me miss all the chachkis  from my studio still in boxes on another coast… yes I AM aware it’s odd to pack and move doll heads, plastic eyes, old keys, mexican tin devils, mini pianos, wire sculptures, and other random findings across the country, but… I can’t help it… I’m addicted to surrounding myself with tiny slivers of my world and constantly expanding it… YOU may call this cluttered, I call it natural.  ~mz 

We have found a strange footprint on the shores of the unkown. We have devised profound theories, one after another, to account for its origins. At last, we have suceeded in reconstructing the creature that made the footprint. And lo! It is our own.
~Arthur Stanley Eddington

For someone who almost exclusively writes songs about challenging ones fear I am certainly not always living by example. A close friend of mine, who is 16 years sober told me the other day that it is still a struggle everyday and he still thinks about taking a drink every single day. What discipline and mind over matter it takes for that. As I have never known what that feels like exactly I can only draw my similarities to my fears. Perhaps fears is making me get out of dodge too easy. It’s my laziness, my ability to see potential for excellence and take the road for mediocrity. That is my everyday struggle. And when I put it that simply it cuts away at so much bullshit. It cuts away at who is actually good for my life, what is actually good for my life, what I want for my life, and gives me the key of seeing how every little step affects the long term. And let’s me also not see each step as if it’s so final. There are so many between here and there each day is a piece of my future. When I look at things that way my choices start to slim down and my point becomes more exact.