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full moon! I’m not going to close my eyes for a second. I’m going to become a werewolf – grrrrr…

tomorrow’s big movement day. I’m tired when I even think about it. Move boxes around and drive from A to B and back ten times a day. How cool is that! Can’t think of anything better… But at least I’m going to sleep in my own bed in my own appartment tomorrow evening!

Have to go to the basement now to lock myself up so I can’t go out and kill someone. Take care, if you hear a weird howling in your neighbourhood, it might be me…

I’m dead. Ok, it’s not that I am a ghost writing this blog now (would be a ghostwriter, wouldn’t it? ). I’m just sososo tired. It all began on Friday. I was stressing around because I’m moving to this new appartment. And in the evening, I had a first meeting with a possible bass guitar player. Very nice guy! He’s playing the bass since twenty years and he really has some cool stuff. We only had one hour to talk, so we decided to get back to eachother after my movement.

The plan for friday night was to go to bed early because I had to get up early on Saturday. But I did the calculation without including my friends. One of my best friends invited me to come to her home and afterwards go to this big party in Baden, the Badenfahrt, which only takes place all ten years. What we did.

It was not too late when I came home, but still I had to get up early on Saturday to go to this airshow where I work at the bar each year. It’s three hours away from Zurich and I got there by motorbike, what is quite exhausting as well but very nice with this beautiful late summer weather! I really like the mountains up there and it’s always like diving into another universe when I am there…

So I worked there the whole day at the bar, where it was terribly cold although the sun was shining outside. But we were in that dugout where the airplanes stand and I got this very short skirt on (it really was very short, when I went outside, I always had to take care that the wind would not blow it away and show my panties… ) and I was freezing like hell. And on the outside there were the planes jetting around…

I got back late last night after a crazy drive in the darkness. I hope I can work on my songs a little bit today. It’s not progressing and I really want to finish some soon because I need something for the castings of the band.

I’m running around like mad! So many people wanting to meet me. Old school mates. Old friends. People I did not see for how many time I can’t even tell! It’s like crazy! I don’t get to finish anything. I can’t even start! Time! I need more time! Who decided that one day is only 24 hours? And who decided that we have to sleep each night? The only good thing about sleeping are dreams. I love dreaming… And I love dreaming during the day even more…

The search for a band is still going on. Got a few answers and I’ll soon have some meetings with potential members… Looking forward to talking to them.

I think, I’ll have to go again – another friend asked me for a meeting…

nothing much happening in my life at the moment. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. This is band. I started an ad to find some musicians. It’s difficult, I didn’t know exactly what to write. I’m curious about what’s gonna happen and who’s gonna contact me…

That is photographs. A good friend of mine (www.marcogrob.com) is a very awesome photographer and he offered me to take some pictures of me! I mean, a real shooting! How cool is that? I’m so thankful for that, I can’t express my joy! He’s back in Switzerland and he promised me to organise something and get back to me. So I’m collecting pictures I like out of magazines to give him an impression of what I want. I’m very looking forward to working with him!

I should work on my songs now… Nothing really happening there… com’on, universe, send me some ideas!!! Something groovy. Something rocking. Something that will make people jump! I’m gonna rock the world!

There are days, when no one seems to be around. When you write messages and call people but no one answers or everyone is busy. And it’s usually a Sunday. I always asked myself what’s that special about Sundays. There’s a special groove, something that retains you from being active, from being motivated. I always blamed it on the thought of work that will begin the day after, again. But this feeling stays even if you don’t have to go to work on Monday. So maybe it’s about people. There are different groups of people on Sundays: first, there are the hung-overs. The ones that partied too much on Saturday and stay in bed until three o’clock just to get up and return to bed again, no matter if the sun shines or not.

Second, there are the couples. Sunday is usually the day when they spend time together and walk in the park, flirting and kissing as if they wouldn’t have a home… And of course, no one from the outside world could disturb this lovely togetherness (it’s not that I’ve never done it… )

Then there are the really active ones who have a lot to do for their associations or who started their activation on Saturday morning and it will not end until Sunday late evening. No chance to reach them.

There are the really poor ones who have to work on Sundays. The ones you never try to call because you know that if you do call them, they work. It’s hard to work irregularly because it’s always you who have to ask the others, who work regularly, if they have time.

And then, there are the ones like me. Alone, single, whatever reason they have to spend this particular or every Sunday alone. You have two possibilities then to spend it: stay at home and pity yourself that you are soooo alone and that you are the most lonesome person in the world or kick yourself in the ass and go outside to watch all the others who are alone and the one’s who are not.

And that’s what I did today. After a terrible headache this morning, some medcine and a nap around lunchtime, the lovely shining sun tickled me out of bed and sent me on an unexpected journey. I took my i-pod and wandered around in the forest. I like to stroll around with some good music in my head and normally, I totally forget about reality and dive into this parallel universe. I only return to check where I am and if I can cross the road. After two hours, I got tired and settled down in a beautiful park. And I started to ask several people if they have time. But of course, no one had. Apart from my singing teacher who called me after a while and said that she’s strolling around with her family in a lovely park. That’s when we found out, that she was standing just around the corner from where I was sitting. What a funny coincidence!

So we strolled around together and had some interesting discussions about music and music industries and bands and musicians and concerts and so on. She’s a very interesting person who teached me a lot during the years – she’s like a big sister to me. In her early years as a singer, she went to L.A. all by herself and came back with a big bag of stories and experiences. I really adore her powerful character! And I love chatting with her about men…

Hey ladies, do you do this too? Do you have a song belonging to each guy, each lover or boyfriend? A song you listen to and then all the memories return and you see your story with this particular man passing through? And nothing ever happening can change which song belongs to whatever guy? I love it. I love the thought of preventing a beautiful memory in just one song. And being able to recall this memory everytime you like, just by listening to this song – just like a big computer.

I’m getting too meditative now, have to stop this…

sixhundertsixtysix evil devils run in my head and make me feel dizzy. What an evening!

It all began so easy – I was sitting on the floor of my living room, songwriting and changing the appearance of my suitcase (I know this sounds strange but some things do need a change sometimes). I like sitting on the floor. It’s a thing I retrieved from my childhood I think. It’s just the most comfortable place to be, no chairs that squeeze you into a posture you don’t want to be in, no table where everything falls down, just enough place and space and every possible posture is possible.

That’s how it looks like, when I’m working

There I was, doing my stuff, as I got a message from a friend that he’s in the News Bar and that I should join him. What I did. There, this month’s pledge was gone swiftly – I ordered a beer. We discussed about music. He’s a radioman and he explained what it takes to be played in their program. Seems that without a record label there is no chance anyway. I’m sure that even if I had a record label, my music would not be played there. I’m more into heavy and rock, and they are a real pop-radio. If you want to hear Zurich’s number one, take a look: http://www.radio24.ch/.

And I ordered another beer.

Everything was still under controll. We packed our bags and went direction home. I took the tram. Two stops before my home it happened again. I got a message from a former classmate. “are you on the tram?”, “yes, sure I am”. we went off and spontaneously decided to go to his home and have another beer. And so on… We watched some diving dvd’s and swoop – time was over and I tottered home. Where I woke up with the funny creatures in my head.

But I had to get up – meeting. With someone who’s going to find me a new job. Even singers need money to pay their bills…

After that, I had to go to the hairdresser. My not existing hairstyle needed some pimping. As I already was in the city, I did some shopping. Shopping! I first checked out one of my favourite shops: Soho . I just love this shop -if you need something special, something wicked and freaky, you’ll find it there. I wanted to buy some overknee-highheels and found a really nice pair, fell in love instantly, but my seize was already out of stock. So I only bought a pair of black, skin-tight jeans.

Usually, there’s a special clientele in this shop, more the gothic rock chicks. But today, it was different: full of tourists completing their outfits for tomorrows streetparade. Still an attraction, but I’ll surely not go – not my music, too many people and to be honest, it became more a carnival, compared to the early years of the parade. No, I’ll definitely stay away from this event.

But I did not stay away from H&M where I bought some shirts and an exciting, short skirt that I could use for stage. And I checked out Zara where I bought a really great ballon-skirt with a studden belt – really lovely! The overknee heels would have fit so great…

That’s why I am now sitting here, quite exhausted, waiting for my next date this evening. Getting up early tomorrow as well – I have to finish this song I have in my mind. And I have several ideas for collaborations I have to work on. I’ll let you know…