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some people call me rosa. some call me the Gangster of Love. I have the same birthday as Jeremiah, Gillian Anderson, and Kurtis Blow, but they’re all much older than me
I sing. I play guitar, but not as well. I write every day and occasionally some of it is brilliant. I don’t visit freakscene as much as I used to for various reasons, but I still check back for J news and poetry, and I’m in close touch with a few members off-site who send me awesome Christmas cards and quirky gifts.
as of this past winter I have eliminated animals completely from my diet, with seafood having been the one thing that prevented that for the past five years. my new year’s resolution is to eat vegan more often, although I have not yet made a firm commitment because I live for cheese fries and dr pepper.
I have one sister, younger, who is in art school and outshines me in every way. I have one cat who also outshines me in every way. my dad is a brilliant but stubborn man who votes libertarian and who sold out to live with a dumb, shrewish woman in financial devastation. my mom is a brilliant but flighty woman who recently organized (and is currently attending) a conference called ‘The Science and Religion Conversation in Post-Communist Eastern Europe’ as part of her earning two (more) simultaneous college degrees.
I was born on the Navajo reservation in Arizona but I grew up primarily in upstate New York. my parents divorced when I was about five, and I’ve spent time living with each of them separately over the years. after being bumped up a grade in elementary school, I graduated high school at sixteen, around the middle of my class. I was not an athlete, a scholar, a model, or an artsy kid, but I did edit our high school paper during my senior year, and got into a lot of trouble shooting my mouth off. I also got most of the lead solos in high school choir. I dated musicians who inevitably dumped me for more promiscuous girls. I had one friend in my graduating class whose daughter is now my godchild. I had another friend a few grades below who has since gone off the deep end into schizophrenia and mock bisexuality. I basically didn’t hang out with anyone else until my senior year, where I met some of my current best friends on the newspaper staff. my teachers always told me ‘if you would just apply yourself, etc etc’. they also all predicted that I’d go to law school.
I relied heavily on music and writing to get me through high school. I wasn’t a miserable kid but I had a big head and always felt slightly superior to most of my classmates (despite the fact that they tormented me on a daily basis). I also had to place myself at the top, mentally, because everyone else was placing me to the side, which was just not acceptable. I lived in undereducated rural farm towns, but my parents were more metropolitan, having grown up in liberal cities like Boston and New York, and they instilled in us those inclinations and curiosities.
I took a year off after high school, then went to college. I hated college more than I’ve ever hated anything ever and I quit after two years.
I’ve done lots of traveling in the states and Europe. currently I live in San Francisco where I’m working retail at night to pay the bills, and bolstering my voice and writing during my off hours. I live about fifteen minutes away from the beach, though it is a cold beach that generally requires a hat and sweatshirt, and I spend time there when I need a respite from cell phones and dirty air. I miss things about living in the country, like crickets and clean air and humble technology, but I do enjoy the tiny screening rooms and Asian restaurants and intimate clubs that San Francisco has to offer. my favorite urban activity is prostitute watching. I’m fascinated by prostitution– psychologically, sociologically, anthropologically. I want to do some kind of project that involves interviewing the prostitutes in San Francisco but all the girls/boys are very suspicious of friendly white women.
I don’t know what else. I have a very SMALL collection of beanie babies. I have pictures of Eddie Vedder, Marilyn Manson, and David Blaine on my walls. I have a 1967 Gibson acoustic that was given to me by an older man who used to watch me play at open mics in New York. he was a semi-crazy guy with wild hair who collected disability from a factory-related injury and spent it all on guitars and booze and whatever else. he said ‘just promise me you’ll keep singing.’ I’ve worked in restaurants, cubicles, and retail. I feel like I owe it to all the brilliant people back home in Bumfuck, NY to succeed in California, because it’s an opportunity that probably none of them will ever have. for the purpose of this autobiography I counted, on my fingers, the number of times I have seen J Mascis perform and I came up with eight. I’m a former smoker. I don’t ascribe to any religion. I have no piercings other than my ears, and no tattoos, though I might like one on my arm someday. I am single, but I have a finicky ex who occasionally claims to want to get back together. I like red wine. I’m vehemently opposed to fertility treatment. I like brilliant, ambitious, unconventional men. I have little patience for small talk. I’m 99% heterosexual. I’m knock-kneed. I had braces from ages 13 to 15. I have nice arches in my feet.
the end.
alright, I’m caving in to temptation here. I’ve always wanted to start a death metal band called Vehicular Manslaughter.
aside from that, and because I’m not actually into death metal, I have a few (more realistic) band names, but I’m keeping them to myself
tom, your finesse with imagery just keeps getting better. I feel the sudden urge to stitch my fingers together.
xoxo
merj, you’re not in California anymore? I didn’t realize
I rather like that Missy Elliott song. oh, shit, who am I kidding, I love it.
in keeping up with the theme, I nominate:
‘I stayed grounded as the amounts rolled in’ – J.Lo
would that we were all SO down to earth. must explain her habit of impulsively marrying people.
I just found out that my great-grandmother’s maiden name was Kravitz. I guess it’s a little late to wish me a Happy Hanukkah.
those of you who have snow, enjoy it. it’s been three years since I’ve seen a flake. the atmospheric type, anyway.
happy holidays,
rosaQuote:Saw this girl in her cellular world.Robert, this whole poem is fucking awesome.
take care,
rosaYes um that’s why I said ‘not all’, and plus it was directed at Jaron, to point out that ‘football’ does not equal ‘deliverance’. <img>
nhf
rosa</font><blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr><font> I saved this place once, and I can honestly say I don’t think it needs it again. </font><hr></blockquote><font>Sorry, asshat, not all of us like football.
Shweepy:
D’Angelo, ‘Voodoo’
Tricky, ‘Pre-Milennium Tension’
The Hot Club of San Francisco
Smoke City, ‘Flying Away’
J Mascis, ‘Martin & Me’
Eric Benet, ‘A Day in the Life’Tom (not half-man),
I think it’s great that you saw Los Straitjackets! <img> They’re one of the best bands I’ve ever seen live. My mom came with me to a Reverend Horton Heat show a couple of years ago and LS were one of the opening bands. We were both blown away by their performance- one of the most entertaining and musically tight bands I’ve ever seen. All amazingly talented, like you said <img>
Conan also has them on every once in a while, so keep your eyes open!
Take care,
Rosaden buck, that is so beautiful, and cool! <img> having lots of fun with it over here, thanks so much!
xoxo
rosaHappy Birthday Javro! Sending you warm thoughts & best wishes from the other side of the world. You’re the best.
xo
Rosapriss,
I actually have been on a big Hole kick lately. I think Courtney is really talented- she’s the best screamer in the business, I think. She’s not even a bad actress. My problem with her is that she constantly acts out for attention, even when she has nothing particularly relavent or insightful to say. I’m all for exhibitionism and shock value, as long as they can be backed up intelligently. Otherwise, it’s just bad manners.
I was recently reading about the whole legal battle between her & Nirvana; she actually has a really strong case but she kills her credibility every time she opens her mouth. I think she even switched lawyers a bunch of times because they got so fed up with her inability to keep quiet.
As far as her publishing the diaries; I don’t really know what to think about it. She could be trying to win the respect of ravenous Nirvana fans, or trying to get money, or genuinely trying to share, or just pulling a pr stunt. I have no idea; I don’t know that much about it. But I have heard that Kurt wrote some pretty, um, revealing things about her, and if she’s willing to release that, then she has balls.
But anyway. Frances Bean (or as I call her, ‘Baby Kurt’) is an absolute doll, and I hope there is someone in her life who can provide some stability.
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Just to quickly defend Pete Townshend, ‘pathetic’ doesn’t necessarily mean that the person is a loser. Pathetic actually is used to describe something or someone that evokes pity or compassion in the observer.
And really, if you’re reading the diary of someone who was married to Courtney Love, I think you’d have pity on that person.
Factor in the drugs, the health problems, the emotional problems, etc. And that he was basically a good person who went through a lot of crappy things. It really could be pathos in its purest form.
Thought I’d point that out. <img> I’m sure PT didn’t mean to dismiss Kurt’s talent.
xo
rosa
