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Nita
I'm a musician, pure and simple, but maybe not so pure and definitely not simple.
Interests: music, composing,swimming, singing, sun, fiction, ocean, Kung Fu, Tai Chi, performing and often...
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I'm in France. You wanna know how I'm doing? I'm a wreck. I released a video talking about a lot of pain. You want to know what the pain is? I'm mourning the loss of my mother (8/24/11), the loss of my sister (8/31/12) and the loss of the family... Continue reading
Posted Mar 21, 2014 at Singing for my Supper
When things start going well, and in a direction that you like, most times (barring anything truly life-shattering) things go on as planned. Well, sometimes, they don't. In my case, they stopped. A dead halt. A not very active time. And a realization, that I wasn't going where I wanted... Continue reading
Posted Mar 19, 2014 at Singing for my Supper
Why does remembering who you are hurt? I have buried myself so far down. And when I remember who I am. It pains me. Discovery shouldn’t have to be painful. It should be glorious EUREKA! I’VE FOUND IT! Again. It never left, it only recoiled. Into the corner of your... Continue reading
Posted Feb 16, 2014 at Singing for my Supper
So, I had the classic "Jaws" movie moment as I gazed upon the stuff I intended to pack... (Cigarette dangling carelessly from my lips) "I'm gonna need a bigger bag!" So, after a group pedicure we headed out to find cheap, big-ass luggage. Thanks to Sheila and Kat (and a... Continue reading
Posted Dec 28, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
I have been back in California for several days now. Despite the jetlag and the feeling of complete displacement, I do feel happy to be here. However, I can no longer refer to it as "home". And that is truly weird. I love my family. We've been through a lot... Continue reading
Posted Nov 30, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
I have moved into the new apartment. It is a little ways out of Paris, but when put against the wall to find a place, you take what you can take. Arguably, I procrastinated on finding a place in hopes I just might get "lucky" like I did with my... Continue reading
Posted Nov 2, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
So, It's been 3 months. Trois mois. I know I haven't written a lot lately, and I think I'm over the "newness" of the place, and am starting to settle in. So, there's not much to talk about. Every new place I go, I take it in, marvel at it's... Continue reading
Posted Oct 29, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
I am currently residing in France. Paris, France to be precise. Why? Why did I come here? That's an interesting question. Because it was always a dream of mine. I saw how many more musicians and artists were freer to do things in Europe as opposed to the American market... Continue reading
Posted Sep 25, 2013 at Voice of Reason
I have been doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. My mind loves it. My body loves it. I am slowly, but surely, doing a...detox, of sorts. From too much information, running through my brain (points to whoever can guess the ref here). From too much input. Too much bright lights. Too much... Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
Last night, I dreamt about hanging with some good friends, at a carnival, then at their place. The carnival was like any other, the ferris wheel, and the sky tram. Sky tram was down, but 2 kids were stuck mid transit above a house, almost about to fall. I was... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
Over the last few days, I've been over-tired, over-stimulated, and not in a very good 'place' for where I am. I figured it out last night. Since before I left, people were asking me if they could live "vicariously" through me, since they were unable to accompany me on this... Continue reading
Posted Sep 1, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
Tomorrow I leave this one bedroom apartment to share a much bigger 2 bedroom walk-up with a 25 year old Italian. Haven't met him yet, so I'll keep you up to date on that front. Apparently, he's got a gig at a cafe, and is here on a permanent basis.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
So, it's raining...well, it rained..and we're supposed to have rain most of the day today.. I have no rain gear, and it's a Sunday. One thing I've noticed on Sundays, is that the church going French people are up and about. Those the not church going type?? They sleep the... Continue reading
Posted Aug 18, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
I'm at the end of my third week in France. I have a lot of work to do. Take out the trash, make sure I get a package being delivered, get some toilet paper, you know. Important stuff. I've taken most of this week off. Between my foot not being... Continue reading
Posted Aug 16, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
Bonjour! Comment allez-vous? Ça va? Bien, bien. Oú est la banque? La Banque c'est vermé. What? I dunno...scratch that. I'm on Rosetta Stone and my head hurts. Hi, y'all. Hello from Paris. No big news, no, I haven't been to Père Lachaise, no I haven't seen the Eiffel Tower yet,... Continue reading
Posted Aug 13, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
I am so enjoying all the back and forth with all my friends through various media, and through this blog. I keep looking back at all the responses I've gotten and suggestions, and whatnot, and somehow feel a little odd. Chances are very great, that I'm not going to spend... Continue reading
Posted Aug 2, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
Hey y'all, Yup. I had a good day yesterday. So good in fact, I barely noticed how beautiful it was when I got to Notre Dame and that it had been downright overcast when I left. It's funny when you're in your bubble, what you do and don't notice. Yesterday... Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
Today is my birthday. It's 11:42, and I'm just eating breakfast. I've been 'up' for a while. I will be doing some travel today. To Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. It'll be my first time on the Métro and braving the tourist-y activity like places. Where I'm at is... Continue reading
Posted Jul 31, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
So, you know all that talk I was saying, "It's not an 'Oh my God what am I doing here panic'"? Well, that was yesterday. Today, I whine. whine/Traveling to a foreign place where you don't know the language is haaarrrd./whine Today, the "What are you doing here"'s showed up.... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
Today, it was harder getting out of the building. I had to think on it for a second and then it hit me. The enormity of my most recent journey is starting to sink in. I'm on a different fucking CONTINENT and in an apartment ALONE and somehow able to... Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
It's 7pm, or 19:00 in Paris. All the windows are open. No screens. I'm on the 6th floor. It's MAYBE 76 degrees. I'm in a dress...and I'm about to have un sandwich, with some tater tots (they left me a few things). I'm not so scared about going out and... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
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I don't really think I should call this a "day" seeing as I haven't done anything after getting in the apartment except excessive "squeeing" and sleeping. I suppose it could be worse. It is midnight, I am dehydrated. I am eating dry muesli (no milk), drinking green tea and trying... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
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Around the time mom died, my cousins mailed a large 'throw' with a picture of her family including her parents. Around the picture was a saying; "In every concievable way, family is a link to the past and a bridge to the future". This week, I am reminded why this... Continue reading
Posted Jul 25, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
How much worse can it get? I mean, really. Through no fault of my own, I have become THE most hated demographic in these United States. Did I mention I tend toward bisexuality? No? Well, there it is, then. So the title should read: "Big, bi, black and a bitch".... Continue reading
Posted Jul 9, 2013 at Singing for my Supper
...and this is the problem. Pure and simple. But before I tackle this, let me just go back a few weeks. We put our parents to rest at Arlington Cemetery on May 17th. I was unaware of the emotional upheaval that would accompany the burial of our parents. The upheaval... Continue reading
Posted Jun 2, 2013 at Singing for my Supper