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amityville..

Monday, September 27, 2010
I just parked the television on the remake of Amityville horror, party because I dig the scary movies, but mostly because Ryan Reynolds goes shirtless and has a scruffy man beard (dear lord, my loins) and was reminded of something I had listened to four years ago.

Picture this: The dedicated girlfriend of one denver drummer, who definitely was not worth all the work, used to drive back and forth from Rapid City, SD to Denver, CO for weekend visits because this drummer had no mode of transportation (among other things).

One summer weekend, this girl drove down to Colorado on a Friday night and got so swallowed into the bullshit feelings that go along with a long-distance relationships, that she was just not ready to drive home that following Sunday to return to the day-to-day routine of homeowner, marketing manager at a cattle and equine company. What...? That's a real thing.

So the silly, 24-year-old girl thought... "I'll go curl up in bed with the boy and lay here. As long as I get up by 1am, I can drive back to South Dakota and drive into town just in time for work on Monday morning."

And so she did.

Now I'm sure I've mentioned before how much this girl loves sleeping. It's kind of a lame thing to admit as a favorite hobby, but it is what it is, and it keeps happiness and sanity. So you can imagine how solid the idea was of driving through three states while most of the midwest was sleeping. Not great!

One-hundred and twenty miles into the drive, she landed in Cheyenne and decided it was time to call-in some backups. So, she pulled into a truck stop and opted for a pepsi and... a marshmallow moon pie.

There's a picture somewhere of this girl holding that moon pie at 2:30am in complete disgust and misery; knowing there was still 4 1/2 hours to go and ashamed and mortified of the ingredients contained in that sugary snack that would be promptly deposited into the body. If this photo is found, it'll be up stat. Because it shows the general sentiment much better than I could ever tell you in words.

Heading out of Cheyenne, anticipating the oncoming sugar high, the girl decided to take the back roads rather than stick to the interstate, flipping through the scarce availability of AM frequencies along the way.

You know what she found?

An interview with George Lutz, who lived in the house after the Defeo murders Amityhorror!
Apparently, the interview had broadcast one year earlier and the station was replaying it because Lutz had passed away just days earlier from a heart attack.

Chilling selection during the witching hour driving through nearly deserted land on a Monday morning. Did she stay awake? uh... yeah... you betcha. And even made it back in time to run into the house for a waffle sandwich, then head straight out the door to work.

I can't find the broadcast, but this is a pretty good written version. Gotta get you all geared up for October and Halloween. And appall you a bit with moon pie consumption. gross gross gross.
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happy happy joy joy

Saturday, September 25, 2010

you know it's a good night of sleep when you dream about sleeping.

After a jam-packed schedule this week and a solid seven days of a rating '9' pain on the pain scale, everything finally came to an end at six thirty last night.

Theb, A friend who manages a restaurant in Lodo called last night and asked if I'd be interested in making a little extra cash.

Apparently her chef needs 20 dozen cupcakes by monday - the only requirements being that there needs to be six flavors total, two dozen gluten free. So I did some math on payment, we figured out a fair price and I headed to the grocery store to buy supplies.

As of last night, I've made about 150 total including lemon, classic white, gluten-free chocolate and double chocolate chip pumpkin (holy moses, those are tasty).

Today I'm on the hunt for some cake boxes to store everything in and mint extract to complete a mint chocolate cupcake with andes mints and a few other ingredients for the last fall flavor: gingerbread cinnamon.

Frosting should be fun. And... let's just say i'm super thankful my mom bought me an industrial-sized kitchen-aid for christmas last year. :)

I can't help but think how cool it would be to have a gig like this once a week. I guess it could get old, but I'd be paid enough to do something I love, sustain an actual living and work on my own schedule. Throw in creativity, problem solving and a product that makes the customer pleased with the final product and I think I'd be pleased as punch... :)

okay, maybe just a side thing while I work in music, cause hot damn, i'm having fun.

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day 7.

Thursday, September 23, 2010
i'm going to need to get over the scary amount of pain i'm enduring soon because i'm pretty sure it's not very safe to take a double dose of motrin three times a day for a week straight...

is it october yet? fuck.
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chicken

Tuesday, September 21, 2010
i feel like i've regressed a little because i'm starting to feel like i'm playing a daily game of chicken. i hate the whole idea that you have to actively try not to think of someone when alllllll you can think of is how you'd jump up into their arms for a giant hug if they showed up at your doorstep. i think i said once that out of sight out of mind is the remedy for all your sore spots, but i'm not sure that it always rings true when true-grit emotion is involved. this is so annoying.

so i have a lot of conversations with myself about how i need to turn to logic and stand my ground because it seems like the right thing to do. especially when you finally learn that the only thing that is constant is change, and you can't force anything, and maybe if you're patient, and can stand calm through it all that things end up working in the end anyway. despite all the stupid pride and wasted time.

i hate being a girl sometimes. i'd like to call in my male side, punch a dude and be done with it. but then again, at least i feel. at least i'm open. at least i admit it. and at least i won't regret the things i have said or shown in the past that were consistent with these notions. i mean, i guess yay for that, but i still don't have what i want - which is just to have the person around.

so you know, you still win. how nice for you.


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Still leading in the one-take market.

Monday, September 20, 2010
OKGO pretty much takes the cake when it comes to single-shot music videos (and their music doesn't suck either).

Their new video, White Knuckles, is no exception. And it has four-leggeds. Hooray!



Want More?
Here It Goes Again
A Million Ways
This Too Shall Pass
This Too Shall Pass (v2) (one of my favorites)


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this is just one of my favorite things

Sunday, September 19, 2010

my aunt and uncle invited me to the bronco game today. instead of driving, i walked downtown to meet them, catching up with my mom via telephone on the way.

we sat in 100 degree heat, our shirts all a different color from sweat. we made it on the jumbotron and my uncle single-handedly started "the wave" that successfully got everyone off their seat not once, but seven times around the entire stadium. amazing.

i walked home, again conversing with my mom the entire time, then showered, dressed up real pretty in a purple dress and cowboy boots and walked on over to shells and sauce for a big glass of red wine and butternut squash ravioli. the bartender and i have become fast friends and im probably going to take a piece of tiramisu home to enjoy during a pay per movie.

i love days like today.

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hot hot heat

Saturday, September 18, 2010
i'm glad i don't have epilepsy, because they put on one helluva strobe light show.

i've lucked out big, because i'm on some eternal guest list since joining AEG Live, and lucky for me, a number of really great artists are in our venues this fall. hooray!

tonight, hot hot heat, 22-20s and hey roseta!* (*interactive portion. if you'd like to hear me say all those bands with great inflection, call 303-377-1666 and select option #2)


i've bought a few of hhh's songs here and there, but never fully committed to an album (okay, except for the album that one of the tetris league co-owners burned for me). would i have gone had i not gotten in for free? eh... maybe not. but i was pleasantly surprised. Singer Steven Bays can belt it pretty damn solid. And from their own mouths, they've done their latest album, and it stands up pretty solid to all of those in the past.

I spent the majority of the show trying to figure out if the drummer was a male/female - and was more confused when i settled on man, and Bays introduced him as Holly (turns out it's Paul Hawley). The rest of the time was soaking up a very good vibe in the room from all the happy dancers - one of my favorite things about live shows. That'll never go out of style.

So far on my list of "to-see" this fall include (click the name to grab a sample)
9/7 - jamie lidell (he was phenom)
9/18 Beats Antique (because i've made 8trillion of their posters and maybe i can bring my hoop?)
9/24 Matt & Kim
9/28 sharon jones and the dap kings / grace potter & the nocturnals
10/2 muse
10/3 jimmy eat world (still fond memories of them in flag at the old orpheum)
10/4 james ("this bed is on fire with passionate love...")
10/5 the eels (going with one of their original drummers - Daren Hahn)
10/9 futureheads
10/11 ra ra riot
10/13 lissie (squeal!)
10/13 menomena (strictly because they names their band after this ... at least i think they did. i'll have to research that)
10/19 the script (yeah... ya caught me. they're from ireland. what's a girl gonna do?)
10/22 apples in stereo
10/25 interpol / white rabbits (lovvvvve wr!)
10/27 mumford and sons
10/29 pepper / mishka
11/5 paul oakenfold
11/6 kate nash!!!!
11/14 lifehouse
11/16 kt tunstall
11/18 brandon flowers (maybe... verdict's still out on that one)
11/19 OZOMATLI!!!!!! (FINALLY!!!!!!!)
11/19 Gracious Few (I want to go - they remind me of the good period of the 90s. buuut... ozomatli!)
11/26 3oh3!
12/3 needtobreathe
... (and more to come, i'm sure)

now if only we could get black keys, white stripes, cat power, handsome boy modeling school, m.i.a, matty nay, the strokes, nelly furtado... you know, just to name a few (oh, and if the postal service could go on tour and not just rest comfortably on the ONE album from 2004).

if you want to go with me to any of these shows, give a girl a shout. gotta spread the vip wealth. and it'd be fun to dance with you. :)
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zig ziegler

Thursday, September 16, 2010
hilarious.

I had forgotten that last Christmas, I had gotten silver luggage tags engraved to give to my mom and Rich. Sounds boring, but it made sense for Rich, as he's a traveling photographer, and it was kind of incentive to get mom to come visit me. :) Selfish, I know.

Rich's turned out exactly as ordered.

My mom, however, opened hers and stared at it confused. I was worried she didn't like it. So i shuffled up beside her to see why she had seemingly not approved of the gift.
Turns out she got the luggage tag of one Zig Ziegler, who, according to the tag, resides in Oregon.

I started laughing, and mom did, too after admitting she thought I had written her information backwards in code and she was about to take it to the bathroom mirror to reveal the secret engraving.

All was easily fixed. The company that botched the job sent a new, correct tag, and my mom got to keep both: "The Right one, and the More Right One."

A few months later, I was walking through Kinko's and spotted a bookstand featuring: "How to Get What You Want - by Zig Ziegler."

Maybe Mr. Ziegler can get most of what he wants, but apparently not his luggage tags.
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Everyday I come home to this

"Excuse Me, is it time to eat?"
Arms crossed and everything.
Gotta love my fat little four-legged.

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hooray!

Monday, September 13, 2010
hooray for dividends.
hooray for organization.
hooray for the end of mercury retrograde.
hooray for the grace and patience getting through tough times.
hooray for cute crushes buying me chai lattes when i'm rockin' dirty hair and no make-up.
hooray for mom.
hooray for today.

big sigh of relief.
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Learn

Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I found this excerpt in a book i made my mom about 7 years ago. I can't remember where I found it, but granted all the things going on right now, it seemed an appropriate reminder. I hope it serves you well, too.

After awhile, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

You learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security.

You learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.

You begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open with the grace of a woman and not the grief of a child.

You learn to build all of your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid flight.

After awhile, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much; so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And... you learn that you really can endure; that you really are strong; and you really have worth...
And you learn and you learn...
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lost and found

Tuesday, September 7, 2010
found my keys. lost a very good friend last night.
found a $75 ticket on my car. lost any shred of respect i may have had for my father this weekend (hate. hate hate. hate him.)

with the combination of the two 'losts' on that list, i'm not doing very well.
lots of love to the nowick clan.
this is not a great day.
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Going the Distance

Saturday, September 4, 2010
Went. Laughed. The two main characters also worked in music and journalism. so, you know... win win for sami.

Mostly funny for the following reasons:

#4 - The Selleck mustache
#3 - Charlie Day
#2 - "I'm 31. I'm an Intern. I'm going to get wasted."
#1 - "Does he eat you out? Does he look up at you for approval? God, I hate that. Just shut up and lick it.




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oi.

Friday, September 3, 2010

when it rains, it pours. i know what's next...

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I'm Sami Jo From Denver, CO, United States Samantha loves to travel, lose herself in a good book, practice yoga at her favorite local studio, The Yoga Mat, and connect with friends, old and new. Her love of working with creative minds extends into her personal endeavors, as well. She and her husband conduct a project called "Songs For Jake," a music collaboration channel designed with the simple mission of getting great songs to one really big music lover. Through her business, Roger Charlie, Samantha focuses on publicity and management, working closely with authors, musicians, and creatives who find value in a more personal approach through communications.
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