i wanna make a band called 'I F#&@ing Hate You.' yes, dingbats and all...

we'd only write angry songs about stupid things we're pissed off about. idiotic things like missing a train, or getting dumped by a date, or the morons on tv or in government class....

things like that.

Hi everybody :D this is my first oasis blog post thingy. Actually, my first blog post anywhere. o.O

But it's not about me. It's about a song that I've fallen in love with, called L.E.S. Artistes by Santogold.

I spent half of my gorgeous Sunday tutoring my kids in East LA and the other half discovering music artists. Don't tell me I'm lame. Well, here are a few of my new faves (some you probably already know):

Matt Wertz
Matt Nathanson
Gran Bel Fisher
Dave Barnes
Christopher Jak
Graham Colton
Michael Tolcher
Will Hoge
Emerson Hart

I believe that music is one of most true ways the we as humans express emotions. When an artist puts their feelings into words and words into a song it has the potential to touch thousands on an emotional level. There are songs out there that bring up memories of our past and of who we are, songs that sum us up as an individual.

I've just bought
They might be Giants - I'm Impressed
Amber - Above the Cloud
Amy Whinehouse/Winehouse - Rehab

What has everybody been listening to recently?

Today I'm just the girl people knew,
cuz they probably don't know me anymore.
Fake smiles during the day,
cascading tears late at night behind closed and locked doors.
Hating all the teachers,
they never seem to care,
don't they ever guess
that I too, need my own amount of air?

Not having them all pressing around me,
And asking me all these questions.

Today I'm not listening,

God, I love music. I love the piano. It's a fantastic instrument because you can get so much sound from it....... and every piano is different. Slightly, but they're all different. Even if the instrument is almost exactly the same as another, the setting is different, the position of your seat is different... and it can change everything.

These days I feel I fit the literary/social stereotype of the teenage gay boy. The kind of kid who's the subject of some 'young adult' novel, titled 'Not Like Other Boys' or some such nonsense. I'm intelligent, over-dramatic, struggling with inner demons and fond of Judy Garland. Oy. And, to boot, drooling over a gorgeous hunk of man in my drama class.

I have in my hand an executive summary of GLSEN School Climate Survey for 2005. It didn't take me long to spot and to decipher the key messages of the report. Three Quarters of pupils had heard remarks such as faggot or dyke. The expressions such as “that’s so gay” or “you’re so gay,” are used commonly used to refer someone or somethings stupid or worthless.

My mom and dad are taking my sister and I to a Def Leppard concert on Wednesday! Styx and Foreigner are playing there, too, but I mostly want to see Def Leppard. :D Yaaaaaaaay!

What are your favorite love songs? One I especially like is Hysteria, by Def Leppard. It really describes my feelings whenever I fall hard for a crush. I also like the song You're My Best Friend, by Queen.

Okay, I'm a big fan of the Rolling Stones, and I love their music, especially this song. But honestly, isn't this video kind of...gay? *snorts* I mean, was Mick Jagger on drugs or something when he was shooting this?

By Jeff Walsh

The Kinsey Sicks ended its recent round of touring with a one-night-only engagement of "Condoleezapalooza," a show has been performed in tandem with "I Wanna Be A Republican" around North America for quite some time now.

The highlight of the show wasn't musical, however. It came toward the end of the night, as Winnie (Irwin Keller) pointed out former members of The Kinsey Sicks in the audience, and then announced that Trampolina (aka Chris Dilley) is joining that illustrious group. The news brought Dilley an immediate, heartfelt standing ovation from the appreciative hometown crowd. Because, after a while, the lines all sort of disappear and we all felt like a good friend announced he was leaving town. So, our loss will be New York City's gain, as Dilley starts auditioning to perform onstage as a boy (or not, he knows his way around in heels).