Just a little mention that my computer is rotting from within and I can't stop it. I never know which of our users, or the alter egos I've created new accounts for, will work when I sit down. Right now I seem to be able to use IE on users other than mine or those other people I made up....
The word on what happened the other night with Toni Childs is out. It goes something like How'd you like that scene the other night, is that chick a bitch or what? And its coming from men, other musicians, many of whom apparently are not all that surprised.
This is a small place. And even though she's ensconced way back up in Kapahi, a beautifully peaceful upland part of the island, word gets out and around. I guess this is not the first time she has treated people like shit.
It's too bad, because she sings wonderful. Other than being too loud, herself, the music was really nice. I bet it would have been even better sitting in the parking lot. Like I said in my previous post, the house mix was too loud. Its a small little bar. And I guess maybe she thinks she's important enough to tell everyone to SHUT the F UP.
I suggest you get this album and listen to it. It shows more of her anger when she sings. Its much different than UNION. I think I understand now why she has musicians from Canada for her back up band because no one here wants to play with her. I wish her luck on her Australian Tour, although I can't picture a group of Aussies being quiet enough for a pin to drop.
I know last fall she toured with Jackson Browne, I don't suppose she tells him to Shut the F up. Oh, and I figured out what she said about her music. She said Some people hate it. So you can hate it or leave - or I guess you can hate it AND leave.
I've met many professional musicians while living here. The venues are not always ideal, shoot, Jackson Browne has played in less than adequate conditions many times. Its too bad she just didn't say I hope you like it.
It's hard to keep the faith
When all around you's falling
It's hard to keep the faith
When all around you's scared
But you can lean on me
If you need a friend
You can lean on me
Until the bitter end
Don't throw away your heart
Your soul your madness
Don't give up on yourself
Don't give in to your pain
The soul that is on fire
That is burring your desire
Don't give up boy you must believe
Come on believe
Songwriter - Toni Childs
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Why I'm here
Well, I'm not a stay at home mom. That's not the right words. I'll just say I'm done working.
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
About Me
- hulamama
- I do yoga to keep from shrinking and from losing my mind. I don't say "Om", and I usually listen to morning music.
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