I'm so serious right now.

Grab a glass of wine and a blanket and let yourself join me on my journey. It is not unlike that of the Princess Bride except she had a horse and an "As you Wish" prince, and my car got broken into at a bowling alley and my computer got stolen. Don't quite see the similarities? Me neither.


So I'm out with my friend at a bowling alley on Sunday night (Shatto 39 Lanes to be exact). I cheerfully park my little accord down in the snug but cozy bowling alley parking garage. I pat her on the hood and tell her to be good, (rhymes come easy... what can I say?) and my friend and I saunter into the charmingly sketchball bowling alley that we will call home for the next 40 minutes. We mosey up to the bar that stands like a beacon amidst the sea of pool tables and Ms. Pac Mans and get our first drink. I love bowling alley drinks. Cheap as shit, and they come in tiny glasses with tiny straws. Barry got something with three maraschino cherries. You don't just find that anywhere folks. Long story short, we spent 40 glorious minutes in the b.a. (bowling alley, get with it) playing turkey hunting games that basically call the turkeys "toms" and keep telling us that we only scored a "C". Bogus. I was way better than that.

The night was coming to a close and we decide to find the next destination. I believe we were in our third verse of Kumbaya as we reached my car door as I realized that my back window had been smashed and my car stereo was gone and my cassette tapes had been ransacked. You all think I'm still joking, but I really do still have cassette tapes and thank the Lord the crooks must not have had room for them, because they left them all. Whew. They did manage to fit my car stereo in their bag though. Hmmmm.

the sad part of the story is actually here as I stop joking and realized that they had taken not only my computer but my journal as well. I have been writing in this journal for the past two years, documenting my whole life. As many of you may know from the bits and pieces that I share at shows and through emails, a lot has freakin' happened over the past two years and I had been diligently writing and reflecting on it all on a fairly regular basis. Not to mention what was on my poor little computer. Music I have yet to finish, lyrics that were in pieces, pictures of our adventures and tours. All the incredible correspondence with so many absolutely wonderful people who have been encouraging me and writing to me sharing their experiences with the music. I have kept every email and they meant the absolute world to me. It makes me ill to know that I've lost all of those emails and all the music and lyrics that I had been working on.
On the first day after, I definitely mourned the loss of my beloved stuff... I felt like somebody had stolen my dog, or my dog's computer.

But after the first day I said, well shit.... Can't cry for the rest of the week. I'll miss "the Apprentice". So I'm moving forward and just banking on the fact that if any of that stuff is worth remembering I'll remember it. I think about the poor souls in the Gulf who lost absolutely everything. Can you imagine? In the grand scheme of things, I didn't really lose much, and I learned a painful but valuable lesson: Ms. Pac Man is dangerous, and tiny drinks can be a clever distraction for crooks who want your journal.

On a serious note... Back up your info on your computer. I would love to have all my information somewhere else, but I clearly don't. So if you are reading this, and you have a laptop... run to the nearest hard drive and do yourself a favor and ask someone how to copy your hard drive to some other hard drive or whatever. I'm no tech wizard, clearly.

You might want to copy your journals too and leave each page with two different friends so in case yours gets stolen and one friend loses one page you'll know not to be their friend anymore AND you'll still have your RESPONSIBLE friend to take to lunch and get your damn journal page back from.

Aw. I miss my journal.

I miss you all too.
Let's have a show soon, yeah?

I love you all.
sara

Hi guys.
wow. I haven't written in a really long time. My mom just sweetly suggested on the phone the other day..
"Maybe now would be a good time for you to write in your journal?"
I got defensive and said in my best Napoleana Dynamite voice "MOM! I'll do it when I WANT! Gosh."

she didn't get it.
And so here I am.


I made corn muffins this morning. Ah the life of a songwriter. My grandparents are so sweet and they send me boxes of goodies, one of the goodies being Jiffy brand Corn muffins. Real easy to make, so easy in fact that you can actually make them in a jiffy. (which is an actual amount of time... boggles the blog)

I have been out of commission for a bit. I went to Hawaii to visit some good friends out there on the big island. (I have tried to attach some pictures from that. If you don't see any it means I couldn't figure out how to do it. If you can see it, one of them is my adorable hand pretending to be Hawaiian and the other is my girlfriends and I doing a bud light commercial.) it was a beautiful trip. We hiked some of the most beautiful landscape I have ever seen, and spent days on remote beaches and frolicked in the tepid water. I did not however come back overly tan. That may be my biggest disappointment since the Golden Palace, the follow-up show to the Golden Girls. Man, coming back from a trip to Hawaii un-tanned. How rude. But the good news is I got a sponsorship from Coppertone Sunblock. They were proud of me. Yay!

Oh, I suppose you want to hear about the music stuff too. fine.
It's all going well.


bye!



If you hadn't seen that I had continued writing down a few spaces, you would have believed I was finished with my blog. That would have been super funny, right? Oh man, I am LAUGHING right now.
Back to the music. I have written several new songs that will possibly end up on the record. I think it will be a great mix of old and new stuff. Several things from Careful Confessions re-recorded and some stuff that we play regularly but it's not on a recording yet, and some new stuff so you all know that I'm still plugging away here. I don't really know quite what to expect from the whole recording process yet, I am a bit anxious but trying to just take things a day at a time. I am overall, just paying rent here on cloud nine, so happy to get the opportunity to record my music and share it. It's a freakin' dream come true, and I'm certainly not taking it for granted. I am taking it all in and learning so much about who I am and how I work and how to listen to the music and let it navigate the process. What a blessing to spend my days making corn muffins, jotting down thoughts on music and Golden girls and sending them out to you beautiful people that have taken the time and interest in encouraging me to continue to sing.
wow.
thank you.
I will keep you posted on what's to come and now I am going to pour myself another cup of coffee, walk up to buy the new Fiona Apple record (came out yesterday) and try to finish some lyrics.
Sending you more love than could fit in your inbox...

sara