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Take me to the MOON! (Taken by me)
Blame it on my birth sign, but apart from my deceptive public exuberance, I am in fact the most reclusive person I know. Blame it on my genetics, but apart from my deceptive figure, I am, in fact, a certified fat-ass. Safe from the trips to school and occasional coffee meetings with girlfriends, I spent the entire first half of May on my couch in front of the television with a family-sized box of cereal. In addition to sulking over my having been born in the wrong era, secretly wishing that Don Draper would come to my rescue,
knowing full well that I would love him unconditionally, regardless of his huge sexual appetite for every living, breathing, bosom-bearing human being with a functioning vagina, I have successfully managed to discover the most AHA! food combinations. And so, I shall list:
- Corn flakes and cottage cheese
- Corn flakes and cream cheese
- Corn flakes and anything, really
- Bread, olive oil, avocado, and Dijon mustard
- Olive oil, avocado, Dijon mustard (corn flakes not unwelcomed)
- Avocado, Dijon mustard
- Dijon mustard; the really spicy kind. Shit opens your nasal passageways like all hell.
I promise I am not depressed.
See? Jolly as a button!
Au contraire. I found these days to be some of my most productive all year.
I made an extremely painful and difficult executive decision a few days ago to take the next, logical step, in pursuit of my career. It is time to take everything I’ve learned: my newfound humility that I have encountered after being thrust into a community of extremely talented musicians; my relatively recent acquisition of an Israeli Passport that I hold so close to my heart; and move back to NYC.
Tel Aviv Sunset. Sigh (by me)
New York. Oh, the dilemma. (by me)
We must embrace change, as difficult as that may feel at any given time. Furthermore, we must accept that even the most seemingly futile moments of our lives, especially times during which remnants of a more difficult past seem to creep up on us,
i.e. binge eating, immobility, consecutive masturbation, I jest can, in fact hold the seeds to a brighter future. I don’t want to leave Israel, but I am trying not to ignore my slightly larger gut from leading me to where I ought to be. It is time to do things the right way. Recording, performance, introspection, bring it on.
“A goal without a plan is just…a wish.” Thanks for that, Antoin e de Saint-Exupery. And thank you @badgalriri for having an Instagram clad in pictures of strippers, and intelligent, inspiring quotes. Who knew.
Mixed feelings about her, but dayummm she’s looking on point in Supreme. Riri (via Tumblr)
Azaelia. More inspiration! getitgurl
Be back in a minute
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Things happen. Then they don’t. Then somewhere in between things happening and things not happening, you find yourself
people watching whilst waiting for the 6 train, trying really hard not to yell at the uber-hot couple making out, that “IT’S ALL GONNA END, GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN!” reflecting on all those things that did happen, with the burning desire to know where the $^*# it’s all going to take you.
As my trip back to the states so conveniently collided with several changes in my life, I have acquired sentimental value for my hometown of NYC. There is an inexplicable beauty that you take notice of when revisiting remnants of your past. It has changed, and you have changed, and your eyes suddenly see things and avoid things that were previously unseen and unavoided.
I have rediscovered parts of NYC that I hold dear to my heart. The hidden gems, boutiques and people drove me to a realization that when revisited, most good, bittersweet, and sometimes even “bad” things, can hold elements to help guide you through your journey to where you want to, and ought to be. Seeing old friends and family has made me to want to move ever forward with my goals and aspirations. They are the forceful gust of wind, the unspoken whisper, validating that my foundation will be there to help me up when I fall, and fall again, until I can finally stand on my own.
Or fall without bruising. I bruise like a peach, IGHT?!
Although I’m nostalgic for NYC, and my roots as one often-cynical-sometimes-snobby-shopaholic-who-grew-up-way-too-fast-for-anyone’s-good, girl, I’m excited to get back to Israel and resume working on my music. I am going to take what I’ve seen, done, and learned, toss it into
a huge bowl of fruit loops with 2% milk the mixing bowl that is my life, write more lyrics, and sing the shit out of them. And maybe grow a pair and perform them, as well. And on that note (musical innuendo, hardy har, shutup) here are some snippits of my trip back home.
Williamsburg Bridge. Crossed that shit like 15 times by foot. I got calves like a racehorse now!
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Sitting in one Cafe Noir in the bustling, internationally versatile, middle-of-a-f***load-a’-political-troubled city of Tel Aviv, I forage my ADHD-infused brain for an opener for this here journey. This city that I hold so dear to my heart,and I, are relatively young and surrounded by voices that are trying to shatter us to pieces. Before you question my sanity, let me clarify: I do NOT hear voices. Although I can’t seem to validate that I am a hundo percent sane. It is a metaphor, people. META-for. We both share a struggle that is difficult to face, yet impossible to ignore: the urge to be the best that we can, amidst the turmoil that is undeniably present around us, and sometime, even worse, within us.
TLV sky being its ill, TLV sky self.
My goals and aspirations of becoming a successful performer burn brightly in the forefront of my mind, yet the means of achieving them seem to be ever-changing. I have no connections into the music world; I am trying to find the musical mold into which I fit;
I still can’t seem to get on a stage in front of my own peers without the pressing urge to piss myself. You know. Standard stuff. Similarly, the tiny city of Tel Aviv is filled with aspiring artists, musicians, and gifted people who already have enough to worry about, yet still need to be aware that they can go from having a peaceful morning stroll one Saturday, (or a walk-of-shame in six-inch heels…however you roll is A-OK by me), to being told by a police officer to cross the street because of an “unattended piece of luggage,” which is actually Israeli for:
“SHIT, SON! WHERE THE NEAREST BOMB SHELTER AT?!”
But on a more positive, and uplifting note (did you catch that little musical innuendo, there?), the most important thing we both share is that there is always an excuse to celebrate. They don’t call
me it one of the World’s Top Party Cities for nothing! So let’s make the best with what we’ve got!
Step Numero Uno: Hone in on your passions and goals, even if they seem impossible to achieve. CHECK.
Step Numero Dos: Find the strength and courage to follow them. SEMI CHECK.
And last but not least,
Step Numero Three (language switch. ADHD can have that effect on me, sometimes): Stay positive and party, even if the party is being held in a metaphorical bomb-shelter in your mind. Or in
my your pants. Or in the pants of some big-time producer who promises you fame and success. Just kidding, I have morals you know.
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ADJACENT First Cover- Hiding My Heart By: Lee Eller
And most importantly, stay tuned. The journey is only just beginning!