At Your Beck and Call

I've been stalling, I know. I wanted to post some AMAZING stills from the "Portable" video and tell you all about it, but I don't have them yet, so I'm saving that for later. For the time being, I am writing to say that everyone on Twitter should add us ASAP: http://twitter.com/boxviolet

At first, I was like, "What? Do people really want to know what I'm doing?" Then I was like, "What? Do I actually want people to know where I am?" I'm not in the position to answer the first question, so I'll leave that to you, but the second one, after an extended lukewarm period, gets a hells yes.

Last night, I Twittered my first pic. My subject: Les Blanks at the Echo. They were rad. I also sent out my precise location on the globe, and it wasn't my first time! You can totally track me down.

We had a meeting with the video editor at 10:30, so we had to leave after the Monolators' ferocity. We missed The Voyeurs, whom we've never seen, and Go West Young Man, with whom we played Rococo Rendezvous in December. As consolation, the editor offered up some raw footage that made me giggle with delight.

I got home late, as usual, and left my phone in the car, which means I was missing out on all my glorious new ringtones, one of these being "Tipsy Dancer" by Odd Modern. If you like us, you'll like them, too. Vanina is a smart cookie, and she's sooo talented. She also makes me want to go blonde. No dye has touched this scalp since I attempted platinum 9 years ago. I looked like I was wearing a Martha Stewart wig made of wire and straw, and, as soon as I could, I got a boy cut to get that nasty beige-yellow crap off of my head. Vanina's hair, by contrast, looks fantastic. Her lyrics are similarly wonderful, and I'm a lyrics girl, in case you didn't know, so check them out: www.myspace.com/oddmodern

I forgot to tell cute little Vanina about my adventures in Ringtone Land when I ran into her last night. Darn. I get such a kick out of that shet. Every time. I should tip her.

I won't neglect to mention to you, however, that I've made a "Portable" ringtone. I bet you're thinking, "What? Do I really want to hear her singing when my phone rings?"

In the event you do want such a thing, I'll link you. You never know...

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Inaugural Blog

Shinn was right. My cat survived. The dark dreams dissipated. Those December shows were archived. I am centered again and feeling fabulous. Phew!



This year is already fantastic. Amazing people are lending support to our cause. An incredible mixer is helping us get our shet together. Woot! Also, Desiree gave us our first residency ever at Mr. T's. Yay! We're working our buns off. I've been at the Steakhouse all week with Silas, chatting and re-recording vocals for "Portable," which, by the way, is getting its own video as I type. We started filming last Sunday, while I was on a water fast, part of a 28-day detox that ended Tuesday--ahh. This is a pic of me in the parking lot at Whole Foods after our K-town guerrilla shoot. It's rough walking miles in sky-high heels on a cold night, mouthing lyrics as SARS-masked passersby break their necks pretending not to stare, particularly after my having abstained from solid food for five days and from any food for 26 hours, but I'm happy to do it, so you have something pretty to look at. I'll share stills as soon as I get them.

I find myself surrounded by geniuses, and I am in awe. Truly. I'm such a hippie. These days I see the power and magic in everyone. I don't get out enough, though.

That's my only complaint, but I'm not really complaining as much explaining. I'm a busy bee. That's why I haven't been posting as frequently.

Rest assured that, as your resident songstress, I will do what I can to make this year the best year ever. This is my solemn oath.

Luke will do the same.

We love you.

2009!!!