Nice peoples

Hi friends, I've been playing alot of gigs out of town lately, like this weekend, when I opened up for City of Sparks in Salmon Arm BC! And a coupla weeks ago when we played in Banff, Canmore and Red Deer. One thing I've noticed that caught me off guard... people in these other places were nice and quiet and listened to me play, and clapped in the appropriate places, and liked me in general.

I know, I was shocked too!

Where's the drunk guy yelling "Bon Jovi!" at me?! Where's the couple in the back who want it turned down, and not because they happen to be in a place that advertises live music, or they think that one girl with one piano is too loud, or because I'm swearing and saying something inappropriate (I would never)but I have no idea why... and by the way, where's my friends that don't think anything other than country is music? Where's that guy?

Instead, there were these nice people that enjoyed what I did, listened, never yelled anything other than "woo!" at the end of a song they really liked (some were even originals!!??) and enjoyed the music of the next band as well! They liked everyone playing anything! They were so nice! It was amazing and fun!

Now I have played to some very loving friends in Edmonton as well, but alot of times not so loving, and I think I've developed a slight attitude and have come to a few gigs with a game face ready to wage war on idiots that are yelling shit at me... but I remember now "hey some people do like music!" and "I CAN have fun playing music!" I probably used to have this much fun... and it feels good again!

So all my lovelies that have never heckled me and enjoy whatever the crap I play, I hope you come out to the CD Release I have finally booked. May 5th (Ajay's bday! But don't get him shitfaced until he's OFF stage!) at the Artery with Seanburns.ca and we will enjoy music and friends and life TOGETHER! Instead of me wanting to slap my own face until I work in an office somewhere.
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Mr. Noodle

Guess what? I'm busy enough these days that that's all I have in my pantry, but I'm busy enough that I can afford to buy real food. I DON'T buy real food because I'm sleeping, 'cause I've been playing so much, and cause I get up and start getting ready to play somewhere else. Or teach, or host karoake or whatever it is I have to do these days. Also, I was in B.C. enjoying the sunshine and doggies and nephews.
But now that you know about my sensible diet and my busy, busy nights, I'll tell you about some thoughts I had about a conversation I had last night.
So I'm minding my own business, playing "Diva Night" at Overtime in Sherwood Park, and of course, on Diva Night, the place is filled with drunk dudes heckling me, and I, in return am heckling them right back, but less drunk and more witty. This kind man comes to my rescue with a fistful of twenties (as in twenty dollar bill y'all) and I'm suddenly a hundred dollars richer. And alot more willing to play Bon Jovi to the screaming idiots in the front row. I get off stage and thank him and his friend and we start talking and they ask "so what are you still doing here?" as in the same line from Piano Man, I'm so good what am I doing playing in bars still? Well I don't know if you guys know this or not, but everybody I know is super fucking talented and they're not rich and famous yet either, even though every woman I have worked with in the last 3 years or so ALL sing better than Katie Perry, Taylor Swift, or any other rich and famous lady "musician" you've probably ever watched on MTV. Other than Adele, she's sincerely talented.

Anyway, I took it in stride and told them that it takes work and time and blah blah blah but my brain's going back through other times when someone has said "you're so lucky" "you're so gifted" "what are you still doing here?" and I want to tell them hey, try walking into this very fucking bar, telling them you sing and ask them to pay you as much money as I get paid, and as often as I play, and suddenly you'll find yourself knowing all the songs I know, all the training I've had, know all the talented contacts I have, and your band will suddenly be formed and they'll magically know all the songs that you've recorded on your past two albums, and you'll suddenly have all the experience that I've gained in the last 3 years. I'm not LUCKY, I've worked hard to get here! And I can say that I pay my rent with music, so what if it's in a bar? What's wrong with this bar anyway?
I didn't say all that to them, but I graciously accepted the (slightly too spicey) ceasar they offered to buy me, and got paid, and went home, and got up and have the rest of the day to do whatever I want to. Which is to tell you about my diva night.

Thanks for supporting me friendlys! And thanks for not heckling me when I'm on stage, even though I'd probably say worse things right back to you, get fired, and wasted, and have to find other ways to pay my stupid phone bill.
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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!)
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