...being the observations and navigational extracts
from the ongoing expeditions of San Francisco Piano Pop trio
True Margrit

Sunday, July 30, 2006

not quite depleted--not quite...

Hail to y'all, my fair readers! I write to you, for some reason at 4:30 am, when I am ill-equipped to articulate as expansively as I should. SO! I will express more again soon after a teeny bit of sleep. Oh.... so much to say and so little steam left.

But suffice it to say--we played at the ever-rambunctious Dolores Park Cafe last night for my birthday gig--fun fun fun, oh so fun! And then we were up a bit late. Ahem... and then we flew mighty swiftly down the 5 to Los Angeles and played at The Tomorrow Show (a happening comedy midnight show with Ron Lynch and many others--including special guest Dana Gould who was hilarious!

I just ate some sun chips and I feel mildly bilious...more tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Hit and Miss

I love Minnesota--that's where we are getting airplay. So you don't have to hunt for us, I will tell. It's happening at: KMSU

They have been alternating between "Hours in Reverse (Deja Vu)" and "Members Only". On Tuesday, July 18 it was "Hours" in a set with Beth Orton, Tegan & Sara, Sarah McLachlan, and Elvis (that is, Presley--the king).


A kind and hip soul in Chicago going by the handle "somepeople" says some glowing and rather clever words about SEAWORTHY in his Livejournal blog called: Knee Deep in the Hoopla!! Yay!!


Meanwhile, my cat Stella has developed some interesting new hunting and gathering habits. She may be adjusting to her new Mission district life, which lacks the outdoor access she enjoyed in the Haight--I dunno. First, she began bringing my stuffed animals (particularly my Piglet toy) to my door at 3 am and meowing in a peculiar and urgent timbre of distress mixed with pride. Then she added my faux-raccoon-tail-hat to her playlist of inanimate prey. As of late, my socks and even some undergarments are in high rotation. The graveyard shift has been dispensed with and she hunts 24/7. Sometimes she puts my favorite little brown polka-dotted socks in her little brown catbed and sleeps on them, which makes me think she is living out some maternal fantasy. Today I found her sleeping in her wee bed with Piglet.

Was she saying, "I don't know nothing about birthing no kittens, Miss Piglet" ...

...Or was it," I can bring home the bacon" ...

...On the other hand it could be, " Don't step on my blue suede Piglet"...?


We may never know.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Howle-ing New Tunes at the Blue Moon

It's a big 'ol blueish white moon out there in the night right now, and I gotta tell you my dear readers & eaters: I made some very chocolatey pudding. From scratch, mind you. The verdict: yum.

Well now! It's almost been a week since I got to open for the ever-so poignant, hilarious, and exceedingly fabulous, DANIELLE HOWLE. I am still so very psyched to have played on a bill with her. Y'all should get her new CD, "Thank you Mark".

!!!!!!!!

You will not be disappointed--if you like great music . She has one hell of a gorgeous voice. And she is the real deal--an original, in fact. And being from South Carolina, she can really spin a yarn --like I lovingly remember from growing up in Tennessee.

And then! A mere few days after that delightfulness, I got to sit in on piano on about half of a set at Crooked Roads' CD release party. I co-produced & engineered their new CD, "Heartbreak Sampler". So, that was a big deal to see that blossoming and fruitioning all over the place at SF's cozy cool club, Hotel Utah. There was love and chocolate (really!).

In other True Margrit news:

I had a record week in songwriting & finished three brand-new songs! Yeah! One of this week's tunes was debuted at the Danielle Howle show. But the other two were merely twinkles in my eye last thursday. But now they are quite mature and are thus heading off to University. They are called:

"Casseroles & Thunderstorms", "Your Museum", and "Girls Just Break Your Heart". (Come hear them at a show.)

Ah yes. All that, AND pudding. Yow.