ROCK BABE DIARY SEVENTEEN- Working Girl?
Current mood: confident
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
I need a paid job quick smart. Looking in the music industry, band promo/press release/ PR area, data entry, administration or disability client services. I have NO formal qualifications as yet, but do have lots of writing/interviewing experience. I will go out of my way to learn and put in the effort that it requires. The potential place of employment must have wheelchair access, or the tasks may be online. If you can help me, PLEASE drop me a message.
Thank you from the bottom of my soul....freedom from disability pension and a trip to Los Angeles to visit rock family are my goals. Then, the world shall know my name.
Love,
Maihem x (birth name as required)
Currently
listening
:
Angel Down
By
Sebastian Bach
Release date: 2007-11-20
ROCK BABE DIARY SIXTEEN- Music Saved My Life And My Broken Heart
Current mood: romantic
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
This man came into my life when I was 11 in 1989. Recently I saw a clip of him on Youtube wearing a tee that said "MUSIC SAVED MY LIFE".
How many of us can say that...?? I hazard to bet that most of you can. I don't care who your favourite band is, I just know that music speaks to us all. Broken hearts are hard to mend, a singer once sang...this past week has been so hard on mine, I thought it had stopped beating. Thanks to music and my friends that love it and create it, I'll be OK.
Bless You Lenny Kravitz! My tears have dried because of your sweetness. My heart is scarred and bruised, but as long as I'm breathing...
ROCK BABE DIARY FIFTEEN: Provoked and loving it!
Current mood: blessed
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Henry Rollins is a great man. The "Provoked" spoken word show was brilliant, 3 damn hours non-stop! He didn't even stop to sip water. All about the war and how if we all travelled without fear and said hey to more folks, Bush's bull wouldn't fly. I so agree! Funny bits about Van Halen fans, getting blapped in the right ball by air gusts in U.S. customs inspection boxes and flipping out on caffeine and melon in Lebanon. Fucking unbelievable. This was my 3rd show and I loved it!
When they finally got me back in my wheelchair after smashing it into the wall three times (cos they didn't listen on how to engage manual drive) I headed around the side hoping to catch him. There he was, chatting to the locals. I waited while he recapped the progress of the West Memphis Three case with a guy. New evidence shows no proof of them being at the scene, good news! Anyway, I said "Hey Henry!" and shook his hand. What a grip, albeit gentle one for greeting a lady like me. Ha! I thanked him for the seat in '97 after emailing him about being shoved at the back in '96, due to creepy ushers disallowing wheelchair access. He said he didn't recall that letter, but (touching my cheek) it was his pleasure. I said I've loved you for 22 years to which he said "You were like 1 when you heard me?" I said "No, 12...and thanks for the tattoo inspiration." He dug my ink and grinned. Insert some babble about "Chris Robinson of the Black Crowes would dig ya...you're both peace and rock!" "Really?, I didn't think he even knew of me or liked anyone much. That's cool!" *giggle* He signed the CD of the '97 show, I told him my name and he hugged me goodbye. "I'm coming back soon, please be there!". Like I'd miss it!
I rolled back to the front of the theatre, glowing. I saw my friend with his camera and begged him to come back around and snap a shot of Henry and I. After waiting another few minutes, I waved. "Hey Felice, not sick of me?" I shook my head and said "I have a camera man. Care for a photo?" He told pimply punks he'd be a couple minutes, strolled over, kissed my cheek and held me close for the pic. It was wonderful. I wanted to ask him for a coffee, but will be brave next time.
ROCK BABE DIARY FOURTEEN - Lucky In Soul Love
Current mood: blessed
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Hi all, I know it's been far too long....my muse has been bewildered with admiration. March 29, 2008...a commemorative poem. If you don't know what it's about or why it's so special, just enjoy it.
Much love,
Maihem x
SILVER SHINING SOUL
The light shines from your soul A love I thought I'd never ever know
My soul brother from the astral plane Your trip is mine to ride Eighteen years of infatuation Now I see you from the inside
Take me in Feel my glow Crash in to me like sensual thunder
For...
What the Goddess of Love has joined Let no other woman put asunder
ROCK BABE DIARY THIRTEEN- Love Songs From A Misfit
Current mood: animated
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
2008 signals the beginning of my new venture. Lyric writing for a new (and my first) album "Love Songs From A Misfit". I'm going to try and sing too, run and hide! :)
I need someone to play my instruments and help me compose music. I have a bass amp, no electric bass, an electric guitar (cheap P.O.S.), an acoustic bass and guitar and a drum prac pad. :P (edit: I sold the acoustic bass today for concert ticket money, forgive me. 06 Feb) I guess it's BYO better equipment and we need a rehearsal/chill space because my unit/apartment is tiny.
MESSAGE ME if this sounds fun to you!!!
Love!
P.S. Thank you to The Robinson Brothers and heartbreak for giving me courage to push my life forward.
ROCK BABE DIARY TWELVE - Destination: Los Angeles...
Current mood: anxious
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
I never thought that I could miss a place and its people so much...
July/August 1989 changed my life and I have to go HOME to Los Angeles....it soothes my musically addicted Groupie Soul. My friends there are so great and I just need to be there ASAP. The US consulate says I'm unskilled, what bullshit. I'm a freelance rock writer, author/publisher, sexuality and disability rights activist. I still rely on social security for the moment, but am working my ass off to change that forever. It must mean nothing to them but it means a lot to me.
I love Melbourne, I was born and raised here and I am a proud Australian. The disability rights, substandard personal care and shocking access to the environment here mean I can't stay. I've fought for years, but I'm so weary and my soul is aching. A piece of my heart will break as I leave AUS soil. Don't worry, friends and family...I'll return for holidays and you have to call me weekly at the least. My Plastics Girls: I won't go just yet...we are just brand new and I'll never leave you in the lurch!
Does anyone have any ideas how I can make the immigration decision makers like me?
ROCK BABE DIARY ELEVEN- NYE 2007 Madness!
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
I know, it's the 2nd in AUS....I had to recover.
I was half tanked on Merlot and ready to boogie waiting for the cab with some Black Crowes pumping at 7PM...bless you Chris Robinson, you Georgia Peach! 7.15, no cab, redo my lipstick due to too much singing. 7.40, support worker leaves, I'm stuck in my manual chair. After much cursing and 5 txts to the lovely "Golden T" of the Plastics later, it's 8.36 and the cab finally arrives. All is well and I grab my jacket, my bag and my phone, kissing Motley kitty goodbye.
Detour in the city due to fireworks prep on the Yarra makes my arrival time at BITD 9.10pm. The cab driver doesn't hear my pleas to get my jacket that had fallen in the cab and takes off. Bouncers ring frantically to the cab company to no avail. It was my dad's jacket custom leather from the mid 80s, I will get it back!
I go up, the place is quiet...eventually the family arrives, kisses and shouting of drinks everywhere. "Golden T" arrives at 10.30, looking fabulous in true Plastics style. Cue the quick consumption of much bourbon and coke, beer and wine. Feeling mighty fine.
CRY TOUGH, Australia's Poison Tribute hit the stage at 11pm and blow me away. What a sweet first time for me, boys...thank you. Can't recall the setlist but my god, they know their tracks. Fallen Angel was fucking awesome, it's my song.
2008 rang in in spectacular rock fashion, I hugged and kissed many strangers. Drank and drank some more, sent my friend in Baltimore a text at 12.28am telling him I loved him (sorry, babe), and had a cigarette or 4 in a naughty location. I met Miss S. of METAL THREADS, she's a doll, I love her.
Came out of naughty location, hugged more friends. I saw my friend Eden, bassist and drinking companion extraordinaire and then headed to the Cherry. It was around 4 am then and Paul Miles was stoked to see me. I promised him I'd show so did...I keep promises. Paul spun me some Black Crowes by pure concidence and I was in heaven. It was a great time with Mr. Connie Fixx for companionship and dancing until he had to go. I then discovered my phone had fallen from its belt clip and swore like a sailor. BLAST!
The night ended shortly after and the usual cab hunt began. On 6.35am New Years Day I finally got to bed. "Golden T" was by my side the whole time, thanks babe.
Thank you to everyone who stuck by me this year! You all ROCK MY WORLD.
ROCK BABE DIARY TEN- Ten random facts about me.
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
1. Tattoos on long haired musicians, male or female, make me horny.
2. Eyeliner and lip gloss on men, the same.
3. I am the eldest of three girls. RIP Tanya (December 25, 1981) and Jenna Lee (May 28, 1987). They both passed within hours of being born.
4. I am emotionally polygamous. I love many, but have fucked few.
5. I owe my life to music. End of story.
6. My bio-father is a Persian Junkie who I met once but was too tiny to recall. He lives in my veins and I will never, ever do Heroin because I know I will love it (literally) to death.
7. My kitty is my love.
8. I love musicians, but against my luck, have only ever had one sexual relationship with a guitarist/vocalist. I plan to change that ASAP.
9. I love being a BDSM Mistress.
10. All you need is love.
Currently
listening
:
Shake Your Money Maker
By
The Black Crowes
Release date: 13 November, 2007
ROCK BABE DIARY NINE- Loyalty counts: LA Guns in Melbourne.
Current mood: adored
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been very busy. :)
October 26th : I went out to see LA Guns with my friend. This was a last minute thing because she offered to lend me the money for the ticket when I said I was broke. I thank her for that. She was stuck in traffic so I hung outside chatting with the local rockers and helping hand out flyers for their gigs. I always like the atmosphere outside before the show and the bouncers were very courteous to the excited fans. After all, we had waited over 19 years to see them. Speaking to people outside, we were trying to figure out why LA Guns were overshadowed so much by the bigger bands of their day. I don't need to tell you which ones, but they had blonde and redheaded vocalists :) We never really came up with an answer other than bigger cogs on the marketing machines of the other guys. It was awesome to see my mate Paul Miles and his lovely wife, Sara, there as well, they are always good fun.
My friend showed up and we finally got inside after locating a money dispenser. The support bands were on a small stage up the front, but I noticed a bigger stage near the back of the venue. I said 'excuse me' about 50 times before I found a spot behind the small barrier in front of the larger stage. Swaying to the great support bands and enjoying my Corona (straight, thank you), people started crowding and that's when my lovely and clear view of the stage was destroyed by "front row fiends". You know the type, they have been blessed by height and/or girth and they just have to stand in front of me. I HATE them and anyone that knows me well is aware that hate is a feeling I rarely have. This was before the show even started. I did see that Phil came out to check his amp and was floored by the 200 or so pairs of eyes and gleaming smiles already waiting for the headlining act. A tall ass moved and I got to see Phil smile then. *cheers*
The LA Guns set was truly amazing, they played every song I wanted to hear and some that I was pleasantly surprised by. The cover of Rose Tattoo's "Rock And Roll Outlaw" raised the roof, go Aussie crowds. My friend was a little worried about me being crushed in the excitement, but what's a rock gig without a few bumps and bruises, right? I think I had a litre of alcohol spilled on me as well, alll good. What can I say? I'm immersive when I go to shows. Phil, Stacey, Scott and Steve blew me away and I think I saw flashes of the stage once or twice. :)
After the encores, the guys signed stuff at the merch table for an hour and I did another round of 'excuse me's to get within 6 feet. Am I really that invisible? I don't know sometimes. A great crew member got me a photo signed and then an invitation backstage from Mr. Lewis. Enter jealous blondes from all sides. Girls, let me tell you something. Breasts sag, but intellect tends to get firmer with exercise. Try conversation instead of sexual persuasion next time. :) By the way, I'm not overweight or looking for sympathy, I just get what I want. Somebody snapped a few shots of Scotty and I on their camera phone before the invite. Surprise, surprise... the lady never forwarded them to me. Damn it, they were fun shots too!
I had a few JD and cokes to calm down before my friend and I headed back to hang with the guys. As I found with my other times in the little rooms full of noise and smoke, after the first five minutes...it's like hanging with old friends. After some hugs and pecks on the cheek from all the boys, I gave Phil the scarf I had been wearing all night, I'd had it since I was 9.
After going through a traumatic sexual abuse at school, I saw the clip for "Never Enough" on Rage (Aus Music video program) and I went out and bought the scarf to feel closer to the great vocalist. It comforted me through life. Phil graciously accepted it and great shots were snapped on my own phone of me and my friend hanging with the band. Unfortunately then it was time to go as my friend wasn't well so everyone gave me a parting hug. Phil told me later that the scarf is now wrapped around the neck of his favourite guitar...what an honour.
I still write to Phil and Scotty and they make me laugh weekly. The band adores AUS and mark my words, they will be back. I guess the point of this blog is : if you love hard enough, you will gain lifelong friends. The fact that some regard them as famous shouldn't block a great opportunity to bond.
confident
romantic
blessed
animated
accomplished
anxious
hopeful
adored
