Love and other musical schmoopy stuff

Not gross kinds of love, love like when a puppy walks by and you get all "Oh my god! A puppy! schmoopyloopywoopyoopy!" kind of gross stuff. So not too bad unless you're crazy about dogs like I am.

I think I like music again! I say this with a sly little eyebrow raise. It feels good! I got to do alot of things musically that I liked, that pushed the musical end of it rather than the gotta-make-rent-and-get-these-shit-heads-drunk-to-make-ANY-money-let-alone-rent kinda music stuff. Maybe it doesn't hurt that theres a possibility one of my nemisis's (nemisi...? whatevs grammar geeks, I can play the fucking piano) is actually leaving town!
Have I told you about my nemisis? (somehow make that plural, I have more than one) Kyle told me I have let too much anger and hate into my heart and that I'm on the path towards the darkside. (starwars. What? You live under a rock or something?) I'm Anakin Skywalker. Not quite darthvader, because I'm not evil, just heading there. I can't help it. I don't like these people and Kyle (or you for that matter) can't make me. So poo on you.
Either way, one of them is leaving, and it lets all this love and rays of sunshine and puppies and singing cupids into my heart, which I guess counteracts the hate and scary darkside stuff. So maybe I'm cured?
I just have to get rid of everyone I don't like, and crush their careers (don't worry, it's no one you like either so I'm not robbing you of good music) and take over the world.
Actually that's probably how the whole MuthaFuckin Famous Campaign started.
Dunno. Can't remember. Got too drunk this weekend.


Make sure you're checking out www.Tiffhall.com for my gig dates! There are ALOT this summer! (woot! make money money make money monaaaay!)
heart tiff

summaaa time

Takin' alittle break this weekend.(I need it after a gong show like Dead City Prom! I INOW you weren't there, and honey, you fucking missed a shit ton of fun, so poop on you!)

My mom might come visit us soon, my brother's having a baby so we're all thinking of that instead of music and junk.

BUT

The mixing/mastering/stressing about rawlco deadline is DONE. And my guts have returned to normal again. There's money laying around to help with the printing and stuff like that, we've picked a time for the "release", and life is good. Life is preeetty good. So I'm not travelling anywhere, not singing anything, probably not doing my hair, just following Kyle around like a little love sick puppy and waiting to have another adorable nephew to love to death. (I also have a niece who i love to death)

Have you heard some of my new tracks on reverbnation yet?

http://www.reverbnation.com/tiffhall
(Mixed and Mastered and Recorded at Phoenetic Sound in St.Albert by Jeff Olson) (Produced and co/write by Jesse Peters)

Go there, and listen to Money. It's the album version, mixed, mastered, hosed down with febreeze so it smells nice... the whole works. Tell me what you think. You likey? You think "No, that's nothing like "Karma" Why tiff why?" Whatevs, just tell me what you think of it. It's about me being broke, which if you read this blog, I'm sure you know this about me anyway, but it probably sounds nicer when I sing it than when I type it.

Anyway, enjoy your weekend dudes and dudettes. I'm going to!
heart tiff