The Lost Plum…

So you live in New York City? What do you know, so do I? Don’t have plans tomorrow night? Well I do! And you should come join!

I’m going to be part of an exciting event tomorrow Tuesday Feb 16^th.  Abiola’s Kiss and Tell Live a sexy storytelling and performance series in New York City. Tomorrow night we will honor Deborah Gregory author and creator of The Cheetah Girls. It’s going to be hot hot hot!

The lineup for the evening (in no specific order) Mama Cheetah Deborah Gregory, Twanna Hines the Funky Brown Chick, filmmaker Therese Shechter of Trixie Films, Modern Courtesan Yolanda Shoshana, comic David Lester, Boy Butter creator Eyal Feldman, Lesbian Activist and Writer Renair Amin, Danielle Henderson of Knotty Yarn, singing duo Sabrina and Giorgio, Lost Plum (that’s me!) and Mia “On Top” Martina, erotic podcaster.

Kiss & Tell Live Erotica and Comedy! Fat Tuesday 2/16, free, 7-10pm at Madame X in NYC: http://bit.ly/csczOG

I’m going to read something that has yet to be posted, and may never be posted…so would you miss out!?

See you all there!

One sexy lady blogger @KB_in_NYC wrote a post last week that got me thinking.  She wrote about songs that have emotional ties to relationships, and to life, and boys making mix tapes. Now I have to be alittle honest here, as much as I remember and was around in the “mix tape” era I was more exposed to boys making mixed CDs, and let me tell you the best part about the fact that boys made me mix CDs rather then tapes (well besides my youth) is they have easily been added to my iTunes library and thus I carry these boys with me everyday. (even on those days I actually make it to the gym)

Now as KB mentions there are music has this wonderful ability to invoke memories.  Whether they are of life, family, history, and yes relationships.  She composed a list of her “life playlist” not just limited to relationships.  I have those songs too, but more so I have that with artists.  Every time I hear Frank Sinatra I think of car trips with my parents, when my brother who was maybe 5 at the time would sing Sinatra songs non stop for hours in the car (my parents thought it was cute, I at the time thought I had the worst family ever, but as long as he didn’t look out “my” window we were cool) I can’t not think of my best friend “PAL” when I hear John Lennon, or my mother when I hear The Doors, and Men at Work makes me think of Amsterdam.

Yes, There is something very wonderful about listing songs that are the soundtrack to my life, but that list is way to long, and never ending, and honestly I just really wouldn’t know where to start.

So let us stick to things I do well: talk about all the crazy boys that have come in and out of my life. So here is a list of 13 songs that will forever posses the power to make me reminisce about boys, or actually just one boy (well not all one boy but one boy per song, well there are some repeats)

FACT: the ex’s entire cannon of music could make up it’s own post. I may or may not have included one below.

Truly, Madly, Deeply – Savage Garden

(Oh silly silly high school “love”. This was also my prom theme)

Why Can’t I? – Liz Phair

(I fell “in like” hard with an Austrian Tennis Player while traveling through Europe..I know it’s so cliché I can’t deal.  I had never heard this song at the time, but he one day turned to me and said this song made him think of me, and now it makes me think of him)

So What Does It All Mean – Johnny Was

(Oh, I can’t even go there. The first boy who made an effort and pursued me….it has absolutely nothing to do with the Walk To Remember movie ..it’s on the soundtrack)

What I Got – Sublime

(It reminds me of the first time I fell for a boy and told myself I wasn’t, but also the first time I ever felt good about myself in a relationship)

Addicted – Simple Plan

(Don’t even ask)

Punk Rock Princess – Something Corporate

(Didn’t really workout. However, I’m still looking for someone to be my heroin)

Two Coins – Dispatch

(The first boy who ever played the guitar and sing for me.  It was the start of a long long road of musicians after that, but this song just makes me think of good things and good times and university)

Save Tonight – Eagle-Eye Cherry

(The last song a guy ever played and sang for me on the guitar)

Original Prankster – The Offspring

(This song makes me think of the first time I ever really enjoyed being in a relationship, the first time I just let it all go, plus rockin’ like Janet Reno is all I really want to do)

E.I.  – Nelly

(The boy who I just always had the wrong timing with. “Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” )

Murder the Government – NOFX

(I don’t know why, but it always makes me think of my very first ‘fuck buddy’)

As you Sleep – Something Corporate

(Yes, I am repeating bands. This song will always be attached to the last boy I loved. This is one of my all time favorite songs by one of my all time favorite bands)

You Don’t Mean Anything – Simple Plan

(This song is the one that broke my heart, and it still does)

I have the pleasure on working on an amazing project today. The 24 Hour Plays (on Broadway). Now I could go on all about it, but then I’d just babble on forever, as you know.

Read some press here, or even here.

Read about the amazing 24 hour play company, or even better the great organization that we are raising money for tonight; Urban Arts Partnership.

Now with out going into super detail about the process I’ll tell you a quick thing. Each actor comes into the process with a prop, a costume, and then tells everyone about a few talents they have, and something they have always wanted to do on stage.

So in the spirit of me not really sleeping tonight (having to be back at the theatre in 3 hours) here is a short list of my “talents”:

- I am amazing at the pogo-ball! My all time record was 2 hours and 43 minutes (I was 9 but still)

- I can tie a knot in a cherry steam with my tongue quickly. In fact I’ll do you one better I can tie a knot at both ends, and depending on the steam one in the middle.

- I can push my nose pretty much right against my face. I mean flat ass against my face. Pushed out, stretched out FLAT. It creeps people the fuck out.

- I remember step numbers in my head for some unknown reason. If I’ve walked up and down them I can pretty much tell you exactly how many steps there are (sometimes give or take 2)

- I am an expect wall painter.

- I know surprisingly too much about animal health. This includes picking out ailments in how dogs walk down the sidewalk. If your pet is sick I probably have a good idea what is wrong with it.

- I’m actually really good at playing the drums, like I should be in a band good. Ok maybe a girl band but still.

- I am a very good kisser (I have references)

I wanted to fall in love last night! I wanted to be swept up and let out a *sigh*. I wanted my pupils to get wider, my mouth to water, shockwaves to run threw my brain, and I wanted to want more. But I opened my heart and it got eaten alive!

All of us regardless of relationship status have a “love”. It’s that thing we do, that thing we crave, that thing we enjoy, and ultimately that passion we adore.

It could be shoes, video games, swings, Scotland, baseball. It can be anything really.  We all love something! Love doesn’t always have to be a person.  (It also shouldn’t be buildings, people who marry building creep the fuck out of me, that just aint right!)

My first REAL love, and the love I always throw myself back at when times are bad, or good, or in general free. (oh free time, I miss thee) My love is theatre! Oh the the-a-tre! It’s always had my back, it’s taken me on adventures and shaped my mind in ways I can’t explain.

It has let me laugh, and laugh harder, it has introduced me to lovers, and friends, and real friends. It brought me to this city, and it has my heart forever.

But like all relationships, I let my guard down. I get excited, and I crave for something magical to happen. And what really happens is I get slapped in the face! I get ripped a part.

And I walk out of a Broadway theatre at intermission feeling cheated and used.

All relationships can let you down; can make your heart ache. Everything and everyone you love will make you question why at some point.  I guess that is the point of this post. In fact, I don’t really know what the point of this post is. Except that no matter what love hurts.  But we always throw are selves back into. We are always keeping the faith!

So just like in the theatre I keep the faith in love (between two people). I guess we’ll just have to see how that works out.

 I watch and see a lot of movies, however, one of the biggest movies of last year I didn’t see. I have yet to see No Country For Old Men. (Insert your shock and awe here!) I love, I mean, LOVE Cormack McCarthy, he is one of my favorite author and one of the most important American writers of our time.  He is simply brilliant. The first thing of his I read was The Orchard Keeper, I was in 7^th grade…not really reading material for someone my age, but I used to devour books and after reading that had to read everything he had ever wrote. I also might be one of the only people here in NYC who saw The Sunset Limited (his second play) more then three times. His work is poetry and celebration, and life and death, in one hard (or soft) cover.

No Country For Old Men is one of my go to books when I need a great read. It changes me and eats at my brain like a zombie in heat.  (If you also like this book you must read The Road) However, I have yet to see this movie, at first it was cause I love the book so much and although I’m sure the movie will rock my socks off I still worry it just might not…..and then there is Josh Brolin.  He killed Harvey Milk and I just can’t support him any more!

FACT: I also have a thing for Yates, one of his poems derives the name…I could go into more detail but then you would all know how nerdy I really am!