pepper's music journal

Thank you all of you for your kind and unexpected words.    I have no internet.   I am limited to the kindness of friends, cafes, and in this case libraries.        And this is the kid's library room so if having a slightly stroked out hand isn't enough work to make of me.....this child size keyboard is seriously trying my famously short fuse.


Infamously?  Notoriously?    Those who have actually lived with me or know me well in person can back this up...I  am my father's child.



Yesterday I broke my nose and my ankle.    The doctor told me that they could fix my  nose back the way it was or that I could "take advantage"  of the situation and ask for a "Reese WItherspoon."   It took all my strength to refrain from telling him to copulate with my vacant Steve Madden shoe.

Ah yes the blue collar aristocrat.     I like my slightly ethnic original nose.   And the only Reese movie worth seeing is Freeway.   Everybody gets fucked up and boring when they become too famous.   Poor Angie Voight, for example.    Now that she's Angelina Jolie, she's turning into some kind of weird Save The World Mia Farrow and I have to say I liked her when she was frenching her brother and wearing her husband's blood on a chain.


But then again, she's still a brilliant actress.....



Why the hell do people tell me that I look like ROSE McGOWAN after they hear my name.   I never heard that in my whole maiden name life.   I served her when I worked at House of Blues and she and Janeane Garafalo, who I also allegedly look like, are two of the worst bar customers you could hope or not hope to endure.   I'm glad that kid from Canton married Dita Von Teese instead....that Marilyn Manson kid.   He and Alanis aren't in my CD drive not really my thing but read an interview with either of them if you get a chance to, they are incredibly insightful and brilliantly observant.



I am not retired.    I am having problems playing my old songs because the right side of my body is still fucked up.   I wasn't walking with a cane anymore the past few months but now am again because of the broken ankle which of couse ended up on the stroke side.


In other news.....'


Regina Spektor got a deal with Sire records.   If you do not have any of her stuff, you are sorely missing out.      She is not only a genuinely nice human being but her music kicks ass and is very non commercial to be on a major label.    That's a compliment.


ALso, http://www.gabakulka.com &nbs… absolutely LOVE her new record.   "Out:"   it's not prejudiced just because we are both Polish.  She fucking kicks ass and as many a virgo (Elvis Costello, Fiona Apple, virgo cusp Ani DiFranco) is a cut throat kickass lyricist.    Go to CDBABY and read and listen and buy.


I am writing again.   Stuff for other intruments.    I dont know if you knew I was due to put out an album in 2002/3 before one ovary got all cancerass on me, but I was.   I may release that as an EP.    ALready recorded way back.  Meantime I'm playing around with oboes and banjoes, and Trombones.....as well as the trusty but unravished piano in my dining room.      And Clark, I didn't ruin your life .....I want you to have a beautiful life.     I miss you and making you laugh......and I'm sorry I hurt you.



But things were going down the toilet already there and I made an intrusive courtesy flush I can't take back and I regret the way I handled that.


This isn't the place to expound but since you commented there, I had to address it.   



Yesterday, my dad said to me "if you didn't have bad luck you'd have no luck at all" and that is true.      Haha.  The car accident on the morning after St Pat's day and then ....l.forget...oh the other ovary having it's fit that put me in the hospital, now this broken nose that looks like I have a bad boyfriend instead of an icy set of porchsteps and ADHD collies.


Thank you for waiting for me.   And not forgetting me.   And the poem hurt me in a good way, like a tattoo.   Thank you for that.


And Lonn, thanks for the ukelele.      I can play it even if i can't spell it.



If Tori Amos has her "ears with feet" guys, I have a "psychological sports bra" at least.


Thanks for that support.   You have no ideal.l....I am so glad I found the thrift store bowl i burn sage in which had the password to this LJ account on the bottom because I've been dying to reply to this for months.




Love,'

Pepper

Things have been really....interesting. The kind of things that make you stronger in the end, I'd like to think. Right now the lastest installment is finding out that not only do I have madcrazy epilepsy, I also had a stroke. And I miss music. So...consider this a timid step forward maybe there are albums I haven't made yet that are meant to be? I don't know.



News to come up soon. More specific. If you are indeed fans and friends of the music, the whole McMe... please leave me a comment or let me know what's on YOUR minds.

Hey, world. I've been doing the winter hiding thing, writing very much, recording little that isn't into my karaoke machine or little sears tape recorder from childhood.


I wanted to thank the people who found this little neglected journal and say sweet things to me and about my work. That actually means a lot. If I didn't think **someone** would connect somehow with it I would ONLY do music in my living room.


I am working on a collaboration with BABY DEE and I will actually be promoting that in Europe this fall, God willing.



I have also cut my hair to the same length of the Samantha Morton character in the movie IN AMERICA. I have had seven people this week tell me that. It wasn't planned "make me look like the mom in this movie" it just happened but she has MUCH better legs than I do.

i've made two communities for musician friends of mine.

http://www.peppermcgowan.com/2003/…

The show on the 24th went well, I thank those who showed up. It was fun as hell to add Derek to sngs, and he gave new life to some of my older material. Still much to be done. But wanted to check in and say hi.


The passing of Elliott Smith is still screwing with me hardcore. A week before he died I remarked to someone in the car that I felt lucky be alive at the same time as Smith, because his work hit a nerve that had previously only been hit by Nick Drake, Janis, Buckley, etc people who were dead before I met them.

And I made up a little daydream about Elliott Smith showing up on a shitty snowy Tuesday night at the Beachland Tavern, and playing a slow solo set. And me being able to say "hey thanks for saying that one thing r another better than I could. Thanks for saying it better."


And so have to say goodbye. When really I just wanted a chance to say "hi."

I have created a community at:

she_reads_stars.

It is an astrology community, not a music one.


Today is Alessandro from Adopt-A-Band's birthday. Send him a greeting at

Alessandro@adoptaband.com

and tell him that you love his site and he should not **EVER** stop running it. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, of course.

Fuck the RIAA. Sharing music rules!!!

Both Johnny Cash and John Ritter died? Oh my GOD. I wanted so badly to meet Mr. Cash. I read all the time how flattered he was that his HURT video was up for MTV awards. And even though he's not my cup of tea, I need to refer to Justin Timberlake's beating Cash because Justin said "I demand a recount. This is a travesty."

Wow. Too many people who touched and influenced me along the way dying.


your heroes for ghosts

And John Ritter. He reminded me just enough of my uncle who died in 1999 that for some reason I was always afraid he would go. Soon. His lifelines were short.


I wonder if they ran into each other up there, Ritter and Cash, and said "wait. you're not supposed to be here if I am where I think I am?"


Godspeed, gentlemen. Thank you for sharing your gifts.

The week after we recorded a certain cover for the next album, someone else did a guy and guitar version of it on a soundtrack.


Did anyone else ever notice how things like that happen all over the world at different places and similar times?

Today I dreamed my husband arrested me for impersonating Cat Power. I've only heard her version of the Stones SATISFACTION but in the dream, she was suing me. He was her lawyer. We both put out albums with 9 songs that had the same names, only hers was called GET MEDICINE and my album was called SEXED DAVE GROHL.

Oh, I don't eat before bed, either!