Saturday, September 30, 2006

Nature & Nurture

I have music in my blood. Dad plays guitar and bass. Mom was able to pick up and play any instrument in the band when my dad's pot-smoking hippy friends didn't make it to practice. My oldest brother can seriously shred on the guitar. My older brother plays bass and keyboards. My younger sister played clarinet in school. My younger brother played trumpet. I'm sure my older sister did something musical but I don't remember seeing her carry instrument cases through the house. I remember she went to LOTS of concerts.

I was always a singer but I can't read music for crap. I started learning guitar at age four but my parents got in a fight and my dad broke the guitar. I finally forgave him for it four years ago. (As a side note, my parents are happily divorced from each other and one married someone else.)

Not only did I get the music genes, I listened to a lot of music growing up. I could select albums and pass them to an adult to put on the turntable. My dad and I listened to a lot of albums together. I went to my first concert when I was four. When I remember things from my childhood, I usually spout out the song that was playing at the time. Music was encouraged as a hobby or career more than acting.

I love music. In fact, the first thing I ever wanted to grow up to be was Stevie Nicks. I've rehabilitated my desire to learn guitar, but I don't always make the time to practice because I've got so many irons in the fire. I usually forgive myself if I don't practice.

At the show Wednesday night, I felt something strange in my left hand -- my guitar fingering hand. It was like there was a bunch of energy built up in the fingers and it was buzzing. They weren't numb, mind you. I had a lot of potential energy built up. My fingers were begging to be used on a guitar. So I practiced Thursday night and Friday night. I'll practice again today, and I'm going to try to get in at least 20 minutes a day with one of my guitars. It's in my blood and it's in my soul to play.

You can't fake it on guitar. I mean, there are fake books but you can't fake skill. John Mayer posted this recently on his blog.

Meet Jeff Beck.
He's one of the greatest guitar players in history.
I guess now's a good time to
link to him.
Running into him again reminded me of why you're reading these words right now;
Because I'm a guitar player.
And you can't cheat at guitar playing.
Jeff Beck wins fair and square.
You can ask a computer to help you with singing
But computers are afraid of guitars.
Guitar playing rewards only the pure.
I'm half pure. (Working on it.)
Guitar playing helps you meet girls
and makes sure you never see your family.
Guitar playing never failed a lie detector test.
I've said it before, but it deserves another go round...
Say what you will about my words, my voice, my behavior
but end it up with "But I gotta hand it to the guy, he can play"
and I'm cool.
Not that I've given up on trying on the rest...
JM


Even though I don't need to meet girls, I want to be a better guitar player.

Friday, September 29, 2006

I Got Booty From John Mayer!

Okay, that headline may be a little misleading. I got booty (like a pirate) from the John Mayer concert. I just figured out how it works this time so I know what to do in the future.

See, all these companies are promoting their business to the captive audience who arrives an hour and a half before the show. Sure, there's a great performance by Brett Dennen on the side stage and there's lots of beer and sausages for sale. But what can a girl like me do after picking up the ultimate girl hoodie from the merchandise booth and chatting with a fellow Local 83 member? The answer is to trick-or-treat at every promotional booth along the way.

I'd walk over, ask what they know and then grab some booty. I got Mike & Ike's from a radio station; nuts, bottle cozies and an inflatable airplane from Southwest Airlines (the only way to fly); a couple iPod socks from some random booth; a free song download from Brett Dennen; and a handful of guitar picks, a rubber bracelet to support autism research and Peter Frampton tickets from Jack FM.

Yeah, I won Frampton tickets for the show at the Wiltern this Saturday. I entered the drawing and won. Frampton is Billy Shears on Sargeant Pepper. Dude! I called my dad and told him. The Wiltern is less than two miles from our house, so this is very convenient.

In addition, I got a JM poster, matchbook, postcard and coffee cozy from a gal before the sound check. She said to go to www.awarerecords.com to sign up for free promotional stuff for artists I love. They have a small list of artists - the only one I recognized was JM. They sent her a box or two of stuff to promote his new album - for FREE. And here I was touting it on my blog and on myspace. I know what to do for next time.

Thursday, September 28, 2006



Pole Party Pics

These are pics from Gabrielle's party. I'm romping in my 'ho Scout outfit. You can see some of the other chicks in the background.

John Mayer Concert Day!

Yesterday was John Mayer Concert Day. This was like a national holiday at my house. Andrew and I pulled out some JM tees and rushed to Irvine so I could see the sound check. (As a Local 83 Fan Club Member, I was able to see the sound check.)

This was my first sound check. Dude, I am SO doing this again. There were about eighty of us. While we waited to go into the amphitheatre, we stood around talking about the music. No one was like "I'm gonna show him my boobies and try to get backstage because he's dreamy." We all talked about how he's grown as an artist and "Bold As Love" is a rockin' song and what the set list was for the past shows on this tour. We were all very passionate about the music.

We were allowed a small point & shoot camera. I bought a disposable with "zoom" from the CVS. That white speck with the guitar is John. (This was shot with my camera phone.)

He picked at a few songs and played a little with the band. It was like a private show for we fans. He played "3x5" acoustic, messed around a little on "Stop This Train," did a little "Why Georgia." When we arrived they were playing "Gravity." There's nothing like the live version of that song. The rhythm just invades your body and starts controlling your heartbeat for you. I'd love to pole to the live concert sound of that song.

More posts coming. I have to get some work done at my day job after taking a holiday yesterday.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

A Very Personal Post

This is far more revealing than my bikini wax postings. Beware.

Andrew and I are challenged in the world of baby making. To be blunt, he didn't have many swimmers and I was allergic to the ones he had. Oh, and I rarely ovulate because my pituitary gland is damn lazy and I don't have a lot of eggs. In fact, I got pregnant once and my body ate the baby within a few weeks. It's not that we're "lucky not to have kids" that might interrupt our lives or that we're "smart for not having kids yet." I stopped taking the pill at nineteen and we haven't purchased prophos in at least four years. At least we get to practice making babies all the time and we don't have to worry about the potential consequences.

Of course, this didn't stop Los Angeles Child Protection Services from trying to take our child Kenya away. That's right. I got a call today from CPS for a hearing to take Kenya (different last name) away. The lady started the message on our answering machine specifically for Pamela Moore. I was to attend a hearing about my child Kenya. Wow. Andrew picked up the phone and set her straight.

Don't these telemarketers do their research first?

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Hot Pole Dancers Get Drunk & Dance With Each Other

That should get lots of Google hits.

It took me a full day to recover from my pole teacher's birthday party. She's the sexy Barbie doll in the pic. I tried to get more pics of the hot chicks at the party, but alas, my camera phone has no flash. She'll be posting pics soon and I'll pirate from her.

I'll give the blow by blow on the party. This was the first pole party I attended, and I can't say that I'd ever want to attend another kind. There was a ton of food and lots of booze (even though I only consumed water - didn't want to fall off the pole dehydrated). She had six poles set up. It was a costume party, so everyone had to wear something slutty and she had stripper shoes to spare for the girls who didn't have them already. She ran it a little like an intro class for the first couple hours. It was girls only, and everyone learned a couple spins and some sexy floor moves so they could impress the boys later. I got to meet some girls from the lower levels and work with them on spins.

She let in the boys and it was free-for-all dancing time. I spent too much on my 'ho Scout outfit to go change out of modesty. Besides, I wore my standard dance class boy shorts beneath so no one would see my goodies. (There were others who weren't quite so modest, so I saw a little bit of girl ass after the boys were introduced into the population.) I played around and helped some girls with some spins. I think that I was the most trained one there besides Gabrielle. (Of course, I don't even hold a candle to her. She can do even cooler upside-down tricks on the pole. She's an amazing dancer.) I danced to a few songs while Mr. Moore watched, and my Flirty Girls sisters and I did the dance we learned for the infomercial. That was fun. We left after a couple hours when I was tired and sore.

I have no problem performing. In fact, I enjoy it. I'll put on quite a show for a group of people. Of course, my intention for public performances is to entertain. I'm not trying to stimulate anyone. I was very careful not to flirt or aim my "teases" inappropriately. Other girls brought their boyfriends and husbands to the party, and there were some single guys but I wasn't there to titilate. I was there to dance for the sheer joy of it. When I perform at home, I have the intention to demonstrate something cool I just learned or to seduce. As a performer, I have to be very cautious not to mix those intentions. I didn't give any lap dances for that very reason.

Anyway, I had SOOOOO much fun. I want to go to another pole party, maybe as a slutty cheerleader next time.

Friday, September 22, 2006

'ho Scouts

I'm going to my pole teacher's birthday party this evening. She's having a pole party, so all the girls have to dress up. I went out shopping yesterday so I'd have something to wear.

This was my first trip to a stripper store looking for clothes. I've gotten bolder with my shopping. I used to feel bad when I'd go in a store looking for something and they didn't have it, so I'd try to buy something so they could stay afloat. (They obviously didn't have what I needed so how well COULD they be doing?) I went into three stores this time looking for a slutty school girl outfit. The first store had a shoe sale, but I wasn't looking for shoes so I thanked the cashier and walked out. The second store had slutty Dorothy, slutty Heidi and slutty Snow White but no slutty school girl so I thanked the cashier and walked out. My final stop was Forplay. They had oodles of costumes. The cashier asked what I was looking for. I hollered out, "Slutty school girl." He pointed me in the right direction. I tried on one of the varieties they had (the best looking one), and I didn't like it. That's when I had Andrew grab the slutty scout. I tried it on and liked it. It's not too tight, not too loose, and is conservative enough to wear to a party.

I spend about $50 on my 'ho Scout uniform. I didn't buy shoes because I already have stripper shoes at home. What's funny is that when I lived just around the corner from these stores I would turn my nose up at the idea of walking past them. A few short years later, I find myself going in, handling a variety of garments and shouting out for a slutty costume with no regard for other shoppers.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Very Un-L.A.

A friend of mine from the infomercial came by my office today to see about doing some temp work. She's a very nice girl. She's one of a few friends I have here that aren't actors; she's a writer. What's funny is that I didn't know she wasn't an actress until we were two months into the infomercial program. See, most of us got the gig by submitting through an actor website. I think we all assumed that everyone there was an actress. Of course, she didn't behave like an actress (self-centered, ALWAYS talking about the industry -- things I hate but still do).

We were talking this morning and she asked me how long I've been in L.A. When I told her, she was really surprised. She said, "Don't be offended, but you don't seem very L.A." How could I be offended? That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all week!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Argh! Me Rhomboids!

Today is Talk Like a Pirate Day, so this post will be as piratey (but clean) as I can make it.

I've been on leave from me pilates class for two fortnights. I was still swingin' around the mast and shakin' me arse, but no pilates. Me coffers have been a might bare and I've been waitin' for the scurvy dogs at my office who loot the land to bring me back a cut o' the goods so I could pay fer me classes. Last night was the first time I had dubloons for me class.

Since all of us had seen a number of nights in the pilates studio, our cap'n put us through the ringer. We did advanced moves that really stretched our pirate bodies. This was the first time I used the pilates band, and my anchor-heavin' arms and rum-totin' abs got a bit of a workout. I got a greater stretch in me rhomboids than I've gotten from climbin' upside-down on the mast.

This pirate learned a valuable lesson: Keep goin' to pilates to keep the muscles strong and lean, or commit to a life of swabbin' the poopdeck, says I.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Makeover Urges

Last night and this morning as I was driving to work (see photo), I kept thinking about makeover urges. I think every girl gets the makeover urge at some point in her life.

When I was in seventh grade, I was a scrawny, freckled little thing. Since I was supposed to be into makeup in seventh grade, I sent away for one of those $1.99 kits that has a rainbow of eyeshadows and blushes in shades I'd never purchase today. Michelle, a girl in my study hall, offered to give me a makeover with my new case of colors. I walked into fourth period looking like a tomboy. I walked out looking like a cheap mini-prostitute. I know Michelle had the best of intentions -- she had the makeover urge when she saw me and she just wanted to help. It was after that incident that I learned how to artfully apply makeup so I'd never unintentionally look like a hooker again.

Okay, maybe it took me a while to learn how to artfully apply makeup. I taught my small sister how not to look like a whore when she was about the right age for makeup. She was a little disinterested at the time, but she seems to use those same techniques today -- with a little bit of a Gothic twist. At least she doesn't look like a whore.

I didn't have makeover urges with her to the degree I have now. This lovely girl has started doing some temp work for my office. She's bright, she's cute, and she's getting a lot of work done. My only problem is that she gives me makeover urges. I see this beautiful-skinned gal who could enhance her looks with a little makeup. I know she's got a ton of allergies, but there are a number of mineral makeup lines available that she could test for a match for her skin sensitivity. We could trim up her hair and give it some layers so it's easier to manage. Maybe get her into some contact lenses so the world can see her pretty eyes.

Of course, I haven't asked her permission. That's the problem with makeover urges -- you have to ask before you do them.

Sunday, September 17, 2006


Ticket Day

Yesterday was John Mayer Concert Ticket Day! I got my tickets so we're all set for the show in a couple weeks. Felicity was happier than I was, and she isn't even going!

Friday, September 15, 2006

There's Gold in Them Thar Hills!

I had an audition for an independent film yesterday. The only information I had on the film came from the casting notice and the four or five paragraphs on their website. I didn't see any of the script until about ten minutes before I auditioned.

This audition was different from any others that I've been on. The full funding for the project has not yet been procured, so they were prospecting the actors who were auditioning for help. Everyone had to fill out a questionnaire so their potential contributions to the project were readily apparent. Questions covered the following: bringing in more than $5 million box office as a lead in a film, having connections to big name talent we'd like to "introduce to" the script, knowing someone who might want to fund the project, having production experience and using that experience on this film, knowing someone with production experience who would like to contribute to the project.

I have to say that it takes balls to ask actors who have never read your script to bring viability to your business plan. I admire the guy putting himself out there for that. I could never do something like that. Of course, I felt more like I was being sized up like a piece of beef than when I stripped down to my undies to audition for a pole dance role.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Lap Specialist

My teacher offered a special class on Sunday night. Of course, I had to take it. I'd learned two types of lap dance in my other classes, and she promised to show us everything she knew that night.

A lot of people showed up. That was amazing. There were 23 people. There are usually eight to twelve in a regular pole class, so lots of L.A. girls know some new tricks.

I learned two more styles of lap dancing. It was pretty cool stuff. I like having these two other styles under my belt because they'll work better for film. The first two styles I learned would've been really tough to film because the intimacy would make it hard to fake contact with clever camera angles. It was a fun evening.

It's amazing how many women see themselves as unsexy. Class started with a lot of women introverted and feeling awkward about the idea of being sexy. By the end of class, they were all more comfortable with their own bodies and they were having fun using them! Everyone loosened up by the end. The neat thing about the lap dancing class is that it's stuff that has practical application at home without having to go out and purchase any equipment before performing.

Since that class, I've considered flying back to Hot Springs before Christmas and teaching everything I know about lap dancing to local gals for $30 a head. Wouldn't that be an awesome Christmas present for the men in their lives? And it would help them become more comfortable with their own bodies.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

For the Love of Dog - Part Three

Felicity got her rabies shot on Monday night. I want to talk about Piper's vaccination history, but since Felicity's is so recent I'll start there and come back for Pipey.

The only shot required by law in California is rabies. If you want to board your dog or send her to public school, you have to get other shots -- the ones usually covered in the six billion boosters you give during puppyhood and should allegedly give annually. The dosage for a tiny dog is the same as the dosage for a large dog with any of these vaccinations, so I decided to wait until the Doodlebug was a bit bigger. At 27 lbs. and nearly nine months, she seemed like she could handle it.

I'm doing things very different with her. I learned with the first two dogs. (I guess that's what my parents were trying to do with their six kids.) I've learned a lot and I'm applying what I've learned. Felicity was given specific dosages of vitamins A, C and E for three weeks prior to the shot. She'll continue the treatment for three more weeks. Dr. Martin Goldstein recommends this treatment to help handle side effects and help the body cope with the shots. Smart man.

The wait at PetCo was not good (an hour and a half), but the price was right ($13). The vet on duty gave me a phone number to get a voucher for free neutering since Los Angeles has a stray problem so they passed a law that prohibits animals from having sex organs. Neutering costs between $40 and $250, so I'll take the free voucher. Felicity did fine with the wait and the shot. I think I was more concerned about it than she was.

She hasn't been feverish, had convulsions or excessive vomiting (as the consent form warned). She's been a little tired and has had loose poopies, but she's doing well. The vitamins helped a lot. There's no evidence of a knot forming at the vaccination site. I think the Goldstein book should be required reading for any pet owner.

I DO Believe in Fairies!

Yesterday the Continuum fairy came while I was at work and left my package. W00+! I got my t-shirt, CD, guitar pick, postcard and membership card. I made the family listen to the whole album. Felicity helped me dance on my pole to "Bold as Love" and "I'm Gonna Find Another You." She even spun with me (I held her in my free arm while I did the sail).

This album is so inspirational. I picked up my guitar to practice after listening to it. It urges me to become a better guitar player.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Happy Continuum Day!

I have to wait until I get home to see if the Continuum Fairy left my special package in the mailbox. Piper and Felicity are both John Mayer fans - we left them to watch Any Given Thursday while we were taping something the other night. We came home and they were all wags. Felicity tried to pull the DVD out again late last night for another viewing.

I have some other posts up my sleeve. I have to pick up the boss and do some work first.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Music Review - "I'm Gonna Find Another You"

Today is Continuum Eve, a day to celebrate. At my house, I'll be waiting by the mailbox impatiently, hoping that my official fan Continuum package arrives before I can't stand the wait and zoom to the nearest music store to buy a second copy that I can open immediately and load on my iPod.

Today is also the last day of my music review for this album. I know a handful of these songs have been a little out of order. My squirrely order does not reflect any desire for the album to be recrafted. As I said in my last post, every song is in the perfect place, just like the albums from the 70s.

So, the last song I reviewed was supposed to be the last song on the album, but this song felt like it needed to be after that (per JM commentary, of course). This blues ditty has a bit of a pop sensibility about it. It's something you could snap your fingers to, but it's not "pop" in a bad sense. It's about a break-up, but it's very hopeful. There are other, better fish in the sea. (This is a sentiment I've touted to people who've come crying to me about break-ups. Hopefully they'll listen when they hear it from John.) It could be a break-up theme, if you will.

Anyway, please go out and support good music by purchasing Continuum tomorrow.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Music Review

I owe you review since Thursday. It's pretty handy that there are five songs left on the album and five days of reviews to give (four in this one and one tomorrow), which leads you right up to the Tuesday release date, appetite whetted for Continuum.

As a musician myself, I can only aspiree to one day be half the songwriter and one-third the guitarist that Mr. Mayer is presently.

"Slow Dancing in a Burning Room"

This was supposed to be Thursday's review. I loved this song when I first heard it so I played it over and over until they messed with my link. It's a very bluesy song. It's about lovers who know the end of the relationship is coming. Having seen a number of relationships end but the people struggling to try to suffer the relationship back together, I feel that the tune and the lyrics perfectly communicate this pained and awkward phase. Beautiful and emotional little ditty.

"Bold as Love"

Friday's review: This is a Jimi Hendrix tribute. In the commentary, John said he finally felt like a good enough songwriter to be able to play one of Hendrix's songs well. I have to agree. It's a wonderfully rich and colorful song that gave me greater appreciation for Hendrix. His "Purple Haze" tends to be overplayed so his other songs fade away for me. When I listened to this song, I remembered how much I loved "Waterfall" and how clever I thought the song was. Hendrix demonstrated himself to be an amazing lyricist with this song. He used imagery that I can only compare to Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market." Incredible stuff.

John doesn't do too bad a job bringing the song to life in present time. You can tell by the intensity of his voice that he's really happy to do this song. Makes me want to go back home and raid my dad's albums for Hendrix.

"Dreaming With a Broken Heart"

Okay, here's where I'm stumped. It's hard enough trying to do four reviews in one sitting, especially when I can't listen to the album again until its official release on Tuesday. Crappola. I don't remember enough specifics about this song to give it a proper review. I remember I liked it, but I can't recall anything specific enough about the lyrics, guitar work or rhythms to say anything smart about it. Sorry. Me likey whole album.

"In Repair"

Sunday's review: Per the commentary, this was supposed to be the last song on the album. It wound up second to last, but it has the feel of a last song. (I have to say, his albums are crafted like albums back in the 70s where every song was put in the perfect place.) This song floats. Seriously. It's a lighter sound than the rest of the album but it still has the great lyrics and amazing guitar work. It's not as bluesy. This song really communicates to me because it's about being in a less than optimum state but working on improving. It's an "I'm not perfect but I'm working on it" kind of song. I dig that. I think it's a nice reminder that we all have hard times but we can work on making things better.

There you go. One more song to go. Stay tuned.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Tengo Dos

I had two days on "NUMB3RS." I'm not real big on watching the show but only because I'm not sure when it comes on. It's probably on at the same time as "Lost," or it's on when I have a class. I'll watch at least an episode since I worked the show, and there is the possibility I'll work the show again in the future.

I didn't get a gun yesterday. That was very unw00+. I arrived in a black shirt and brown pants with a belt in hopes I'd get a rubber gun to clip to it. The costume person wanted me to wear the gray pants (no beltloops) from the day before and my tailored black oxford that looks better untucked. Oh well. Thursday I wore the gray pants with a gray tailored oxford and a periwinkle blue tank beneath. Now you know what to watch for in the background blur.

My photos from the day are lame. Sorry about that. I couldn't take my camera phone onto the FBI bullpen set because I had no pockets and if I had to turn it off then what was the point? Can't take pictures when the camera phone is turned off. I also didn't want to lose the job if I pulled out the ol' camera phone to take pictures of the set and they got the wrong idea that I was trying to take pictures of the actors. So there's one pic of me between someone's living room and the "foliage" outside with really bright lighting, and there's one pic of me standing in the bathroom with an FBI badge around my neck. At least you can see what I wore on Friday.

For those of you hoping for me to get autographs on one of these sets, the rule is that extras are not supposed to fraternize (or talk to) the lead actors. If anyone gets caught, they can get booted on the spot. The funny thing is that the extras don't really interact with the leads in the show. We were buzzing around the bullpen giving each other the 'sup nod (like "Whassup?") and passing things to one another. We never interacted with the leads during the show. We just walked right past them. If you watch the show a few times, you'll be able to notice the disconnect between the leads and the background.

Home viewers -- prepare yourselves for a little game of "Where's Pammy?" when they air "The Mole." I think it's episode seven this season, but I know it's the one with the teacher who won the math contest. You might want to videotape it so you can rewind and replay my blurs. Might make it easier to actually WATCH the show then look for me on a second or third viewing.

FBI bullpen - morning - I'm standing against a cubicle in my gray-blue-gray outfit, hair mostly down. I thumb through a file and interact with a few of my cohorts. I couldn't see the camera lens, so I don't know how well you'll see me.

FBI bullpen - sometime - Charlie walks into the breakroom in his corduroy jacket. I walk a few paces behind him but keep going when he enters the breakroom. I cross back past the breakroom again. On my third cross I land in the cubicle right outside the breakroom and talk photos with a gal wearing a bun and a gal with a gun. This is gray-blue-gray. You may be able to see me because I could see the lens.

FBI bullpen - morning - Megan and David are sitting in a cubicle watching something happen in another office. I'm in the cubicle just behind them. I'm on the phone, passing papers to the guy in the blue shirt behind me, and on the phone. This is the black & gray combo, hair in a ponytail. Megan and David cross and stand right in front of me. You may see me in the background of that shot because I could see the lens.

FBI bullpen - morning - Megan and David arrive in my cubicle and they talk about something. Instead of the guy in the blue shirt, the teacher in a black shirt and gray pants is right behind me. Her name is Sheila. Nice lady. You can see me in this shot but I don't know how well. Don storms into the cubicle and looks in a drawer.

FBI bullpen - morning - I'm standing with my friend David (not character David) who worked on the skater film and the zombie film. He's got a shaved head and he's in a suit. Sheila is at my old seat in the cubicle, and there's a new guy in a blue shirt behind her. This is the scene where Don asks her for a folder. David and I were chatting and passing things back and forth. You can see me in the shot but I don't know how well.

FBI bullpen - night - Megan comes in from a long day doing whatever. David (jacket off) and I cruise past her and land at the elevator where we stand and chat. In some shots we're joined by Amy, a blonde gal in a jacket and skirt. You may see me but probably not very well.

There you have it. Keep your eye out for the episode. We'll see if you can actually see my face! Face time = w00+!

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Crunching Numb3rs

Looks like John will have to wait a day before I review more songs from the album whose link was ripped away from my clutching hands.

I worked on "NUMB3RS" today. They invited me back for tomorrow. I'm embarassed to admit that I haven't watched a complete episode yet. Eek! I didn't have a chance between the casting call and shooting to watch it. Oh well.

They are so well organized with the extras. There wasn't much sitting-around time. Our call time was 10:00 AM. At 10:20 AM they were explaining how they work on this show. Before 11 AM they took the first group of background to set. They returned for about 15 minutes, then they took all of us from 12:00 PM to 1:30 PM. We had about forty-five minutes for snacks and the bathroom, and we were back in to wrap up by 3:52 PM. They had another set of extras ready to shoot a scene right after dinner at 5 PM. They don't call everyone to show up at the same time no matter what scene they're doing. I really appreciate how much they respected our time.

I'll have to find out the episode number tomorrow. I'll give more details on where to look for me when I know more.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

White Trash With Style

I realized recently that I grew up as white trash. Oh, we were smart and not as smelly as the ninth level white trash kids, but we were white trash. I realized it when I was talking to a guy who grew up in the ghetto and we were reminiscing about the delighful flavor of government cheese. That's either ghetto or white trash.

I spent my high school years trying to improve my station in life. My family was broke and there were a lot of kids. I got a job and bought cheap clothes that helped me blend in with all the middle class kids.

In Hollywood, status is a big deal whether you're in the industry or not. You have to look like you have enough money to be worth someone's time. (Stupid, I know. It's still a truth.) Being an actor is expensive and doesn't always pay as much as you hope. You still gotta look good. I have some tricks for this.
  • Hand bags: I bought a couple Lulu Guinness status handbags on eBay for under half price. Why Lulu Guinness and not some other label? Because not everyone has Lulu Guinness. It's fashionable, interesting, and higher quality and value than a Wal-Mart purse. I got compliments all the time. I found I needed something a little less flashy so I picked up this Liz Claiborne handbag at Marshalls for $13. Looks great, high quality, but I found a bargain.
  • Jewelry: I have a few really interesting jewelry pieces but they look a little to flashy for most occasions. I have three strings of pearls - I got two on eBay for under $5 each and the third in Chinatown for $9. I also have a gold watch I got for Christmas, a few pairs of gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace. If I need to look like money, I come up with a clever combination of these things.
  • Shoes: It's important to have good quality shoes and keep them polished. I have some Pumas at home that need to be replaced because the suede picked up too much dirt so they look like white trash shoes. Shoes in simple styles and colors work just fine. I bought two pair of leather sandal wedges from Target in different colors because they were clean and classy. It's a lot easier to wear things out of season when they're simple.
  • Good makeup: I will spend more money on makeup than I usually like to spend on tops. Good makeup hides facial flaws. Good makeup also acts as an accessory. When I pull my $30 foundation out of my $13 handbag, it gives the impression I have more money than I do. Ladies in Beverly Hills are very well made-up.
  • Simple things: For the standards, I go cheap. This means solid color stuff like tops & bottoms. If I need it to last a while, I may spend a little more. I try not to spend over $30 for a pair of pants. I rarely spend over $30 on a shirt. I have lots of tank tops in different colors to pair with things. Simple things make it easier to mix and match a wardrobe and make it look like you have more money. I shop at Wal-Mart, Target, Gap and Old Navy.

These are the key white trash survival tips I have if you're trying to make your way in a world where people have plenty of money to burn (or at least give that appearance).

Music Review - "Vultures"

I'm really trying to go in the order I remember. I don't want to miss a song because this album is awesome.

"Vultures" appears on Try! I think this is a different cut but it's still John Mayer Trio appearing on Continuum. It's a bluesy little ditty with great guitar riffs. It feels a lot like Stevie Ray Vaughn. I think anyone who likes classic rock would love this song. Good groove.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Music Review - "The Heart of Life"

I may be reviewing the last handful of songs out of order. Sorry about that. I'm going from my memory of the six or eight times I listened to the preview album before they changed the content at the end of the link.

John Mayer songs reflect real life quite nicely. I think most of his songwriting appeal -- at least for me -- is that he captures and communicates universal emotions. This song, while beautifully crafted, is the kind of song someone would grab a guitar and play for you to cheer you up. In his commentary, John called it a Hallmark card. It's very gentle and coaxing. It's nice to be reassured that things will turn around. It's a song for people who are facing a rough time. Things will always get better. John promises.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Music Review - "Stop This Train"

Okay, I know that they changed the link I had up. Now you can only listen to the radio release from John Mayer's new album instead of the entire album. I'm still a little upset about that, but upset is my middle name today so this should be a good post. (Notice I said "should." That's not a promise.)

"Stop This Train" is a song about being on a figurative runaway train. Things are just moving too fast and one wants to slow down or maybe get off. You know how you start off very innocent and hopeful then things get carried away before you realize what's happening. The song captures that sensation. It's a plucky little tune that builds momentum and comes downhill to a more raw sound. (It's not a song I'd recommend for pole dancing.) I think it has universal appeal.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Keys to a Great Relationship (or at Least One That Survives Hollywood)

I've been married forever. Andrew's my BFF. I have a handful of tips on what we have done and still do to make our relationship a success, despite the Hollywood pressures for divorce.
  • Plans and goals - everyone's gotta have 'em or get 'em. When your life collides with another's, you have to consider the plans and goals of the other person. Some things will change, others may stay the same. Once you go from being single to forming a duo, you have to agree on goals for the duo. Things can't stay on the same track because there's someone else to consider. We sit down and discuss how our plans and goals may affect one another so we can compromise and bend things as necessary, and we can support the things that are most important to both of us.
  • Compromise is required. This doesn't mean you give up your integrity or throw away your dreams. This means you may have to sleep on the other side of the bed, but at least you get all the covers. You give a little to get a lot. Both partners will have to give more than they want sometimes, but the return on investment is huge.
  • Communication is vital. You have to talk about things. I'll put up with lots of puppet talk and car talk and Seth-Godin-is-awesome talk. Andrew puts up with work talk and pole dance talk and John-Mayer-is-awesome talk. We have to discuss our interests and listen to one another to better understand each other. If there's a problem, we discuss it. Sometimes you have to say things you'd rather not, and you've got to be willing to hear things you'd choose not to in most cases.
  • How you present your relationship to the world will influence your solidarity. We don't air our petty grievances (someone didn't do the dishes or someone left a yogurt container on the floor for Doodlebug) as huge things for the world to hear. When you commit to a relationship, your problems are your business. (Now, if there's abuse or psychosis, you get help.) Tell people your relationship is strong and perfect, work on making it strong and perfect, and you'll get what you work on. When you tell people your mate sucks and then you go back to them, how does that make you and your relationship look?
  • How you present yourself in the relationship will influence people's opinions about the relationship. If I came in to work all a-flutter or scatterbrained or irresponsible because of something that happened at home, people wouldn't respect me or my relationship. When I'm logical and put-together despite how in love I am or what disagreement I had moments before, I'll get respect and no one will form negative opinions about what my relationship is doing to me. Andrew and I are strong and supportive of each other, and we don't present ourselves as individuals any differently.
  • Keep your hands clean. Don't do something you don't want to tell the other person about. You know better. If you do something wrong, even if accidental, get it off your chest immediately. When I spend too much money, I tell Andrew. When my Tinker Bell mug was knocked off the counter, he told me as soon as I got home. This keeps the stupid little things from building up and making you critical of each other which would lead to divorce or break-up eventually.

There. Now you know how Andrew and I continue to survive and be such oddities in Los Angeles. If more people don't apply these things, I'm afraid they're going to put us in a zoo.

Did I Promote Too Much?

I went to the Clear Channel website today so I could listen to more John and review it for you, hoping all sixteen of my readers will rush out and buy a copy of the album as soon as it's available. They took down the album and left the single that's playing on the radio. That's no fun for me. I already have that single on my iPod. I still have half an album to review. Argh!

So I guess I'll review the next song on the album from memory, then I'll review each of the remaining songs as soon as I get the CD. (Columbia and/or Clear Channel, you've disappointed me. How can I pimp this album when you give it then take it away? It's not like I'm going to buy less than two copies.)

Okay, fine.

Music Review - "Gravity"

Per John Mayer's commentary, this song was written for Continuum but John Mayer Trio played it last summer for fun. It made the Try! album. I danced to the Try! version for my final solo pole routine for the beginner class. Great pole dancing song. It's very bluesy, waltz-tempo song. Great mournful guitar. The studio version has harmonies, which Andrew felt that the live version was begging for harmonies. In addition to stripper music, this would also be a great song for crying into your pillow. Awesome stuff.

Since they took the whole album off the internet, you can grab a copy of Try! and try stripping to it. I think it's song # 5.

Friday, September 01, 2006

"Nip/Tuck" - Again!

I got a call Wednesday night for another day of background on "Nip/Tuck." I happily said yes. I had fun last time, so why not do it again?

Let me tell you, this is an awesome show to work. The non-union and union extras are treated with the same respect (and given the same food). Everyone is so professional and appreciative. When I arrived on set at 9:15 AM, I was treated to a ham-spinach-tomato scramble with cheese. Yummy. The food alone makes this show a pleasure. Lunch was crab cakes, spinach fettucine, Korean ribs and a chicken fajita bar. Dude.

We shot in Silverlake, which is maybe a twenty minute drive from my house taking the streets. We shot in a cute diner. I was called to be a young mom, but they wound up giving me a small sister instead of a kid. She was as cute and polite as Kae Ellen was at that age. She and I developed rapport immediately so we'd be believable in our three seconds on screen.

I dressed right - for once. It's always a challenge dressing for these things. I wore the most comfortable choice to wardrobe and packed a bag with some wash-and-wear clothes (a lighter bag than last time). I didn't want to wear the dress. I was afraid they'd tell me to put it on. But I lucked out. They liked what I had on. Hooray for me!

Tonight I'm booked for "Boston Legal." I'll post the lowdown when the deed is done. I hope it's as awesome as working "Nip/Tuck."

Music Review - "Belief"

I hope my little reviews are encouraging you to go out and by Continuum when it hits stores on September 12. If not, maybe you should go to the website and give it a listen.

On the commentary, John Mayer says this song almost didn't make the album. It's cleverly crafted lyrically so it communicates without stepping on toes. He addresses belief systems people hold in place. "It's the chemical weapon for the war that's waging on inside." Beliefs are just what agreements or realities on has in place. Some of those realities or agreements we share with others, some we don't. Sometimes people really fight to assert the rightness of their beliefs. The goal, as I see it, would be to welcome differing viewpoints and try to gain understanding of those beliefs rather than just fighting them. We can all get along better if we try to understand one another.