Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Inspirations November 09
When I was finally ready for some input these things really hit me:
A documentary on PBS of Joan Baez.
A VH1 Behind the Music documentary on Pink.
Beyonce singing Survivor on her "The Beyonce Experience" DVD.
Dancing has been really moving me lately.I love this video of Mikhail Baryshnikov
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Where did your heart go?
i'm not the only one (Busdriver Reveals his Musical Favorites)

FilterMag.com
Busdriver Reveals his Musical Favorites: Part 3
by Staff | 07.03.2009
Busdriver, the L.A. born and bred rapper with the newly released Jhelli Beam, recently confided in FILTER the albums that he swears by, which unexpectedly varied from gangster rap to obscure indie pop to folk-blues. Below, Busdriver admits to his biggest dirty little secret—listening to, and liking, George Michael's Faith.
"I played a lot of George Michael as a kid...I don't know why I liked it, but I was always listening to those first very records. It was something about his confidence...you know what?" laughs Busdriver. "My love for Michael Jackson actually transferred into George Michael. I blame it on Michael Jackson."
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I'm not the only one.... just sayin'!!
"don't know where I'll be tomorrow," but today is great
Last year I thought that somehow I was doing great... I guess you take what you can get. But unlike last year, this year I didn't cry, or smoke cigarettes (I have quit!!!) and I also woke up not alone, but with my little family - Karin and Katrina - and they had fixed me a surprise breakfast to celebrate. Karin got me a Journey DVD (some exquisite live videos - my favorite are the ones in the 70s where Steve wears white pants, and Neal is sporting a beautiful 'fro).
Emma came up from Philadelphia for a short visit involving late hours, a sweaty hot Brazilian night club, a terrific Brazilian band, Forro Dancing and lots of fun and laughing. I love my siblings, and I missed the two in Ca.
As usual, it was a chance for me to re-evaluate my life and goals. I have come a long way, but it is time to take things to the next level I know that next year this time is going to be phenomenal. Meet you here, same time next year!!
Xo, Greta
Friday, June 26, 2009
Star people
Star People '97
------George Michael
Star people
Counting your money until your soul turns green
Star people
Counting the cost of your desire to be seen
I do not count myself among you
I may have been living in a dream
It's just there seem so many of you
Can't help but hope there's a difference between
And if I live to be a hundred and one
I will never understand what you are, honey?
I'm looking for sympathy
Just get me on NBC
And where's the hell's my dumb ass PR?
I said maybe your mama gave you up boy
(it's the same old same old)
I said maybe your daddy didn't love you enough girl
(how much is enough)
Star people
Never forget your secret's safe with me
Just look at all the wonderful people
Trying to forget just who and what they have been
Oh, it's a dream
With a nightmare stuck in the middle
Are you serious? I'm just curious
Without all this attention
You'd die
I'd die
We'd die (wouldn't we baby)
And if I live to be a hundred and one
I will never understand what you are (I'm talking to you)
You're looking for sympathy from people who work to eat
And they don't really seem to mind
I said maybe your mama gave you up boy
(it's the same old same old)
I said maybe baby your daddy didn't love you enough girl
How much is enough?
How much is enough?
How much is enough?
Are you serious? I'm just curious
Are you serious? I'm just curious
Yeah more glycerine
Let's go back to the day
DJ (why do you wanna tell me that?)
DJ (get yourself some Oprah cash)
Is that what makes a star?
Did you get off on a bad foot, baby
Do you have a little tale to tell
Did you get off on a bad foot, bad, bad foot?
Is that why you're a star?
Do you really think you've got it so hard?
Do you think it might do you some good to look around you
And decide how you might feel
If the pain you felt was real
Tell me
Now nothing comes for nothing, baby
That fame and fortune's heaven sent
And who gives a fuck about your problems, darling
'cos you can pay the rent
You can pay

