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[12 Nov 2008|11:05am]
It's November and I'm singing about September. Sadly and happily so. I love the song and what's being done with it, but it hurts a tad bit. That's always only a temporary thing, though.
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[15 Oct 2008|05:15pm]
The first couple of days, I'd say for about a week, I remained on schedule. Now I find I rise and shine later and later. I've gotten used to sleeping in under the blanket, wallowing in my favorite spots until it's finally too unpleasant to continue lying around. I get up, follow my morning routine and sit about for a while on the terrace. I like this nothing to do, and I won't want to let it go when I have to return to a set schedule next month. Today, I shopped for Halloween candy and nearly picked up an escaped convict costume for my brother. He's ten, so I figured he'd want something more "badass" than a Spiderman costume. I didn't buy it, though. I leave that to his mother, Ebony. My stepmother. She would like the gesture on my part, don't get me wrong, but she knows her son better than I know my brother. I'd probably just waste seventy dollars getting his size wrong. Natasha and I are going to a costume party. Or rather, we plan to. I never know with her anymore because she has a very involved life. It's funny, people expect me to be this ridiculously busy person, but I'm not. My sister is, however, because she's an undecided student who attends everything, knows everyone and is quite garrulous. I'm the serious sister and she's the fun sister, and so we shall be until the end.

I saw this funny cartoon about the economy. There were children in trick-or-treat mode, complete with costumes and plastic pumpkin buckets for candy, but all the houses on the block were foreclosed. I laughed, but it was brief, replaced by a sigh and shrug of the shoulders. I believe I'm moving to London. I know, I know. Too many people say this without being serious whenever they're fed up with American issues, but I actually mean it. I love it there. I'm aware, however, that England and America have a lot in common, unfortunately. I'd miss all the things I've come to know so well, like actually knowing where I am, for example. I know the history of these places, I know the kinds of people who make up these places. I'll miss simple meaningless national holidays. It would take me forever to find my way around and to not refer to something that is exclusively American assuming it's universal, but I'd give it a go anyway. Afterall, my dad always said I was the least American American that he knows. Not meaning that I hate my country, but that I never seemed tied to it. He thinks I was meant to be a nomad, that I had no home because I can fit in anywhere. No loyalties to one place, but a love for all places. So yes, I think I can successfully become an Englishman. Well, woman.

He and Ebony had a pregnancy scare. She told me two days ago over the phone. Just blurted it out. What would be so bad about having another kid, she asked rhetorically. "I just take into consideration that Thomas has three already and he's not getting any younger. Raleigh is still wetting the bed, afterall". See, Ebony is only ten years older than me, which is ... odd. If she has another child with my father (gross thoughts entering my head), that's another sibling I have to get to know, and I feel there's so much going on with me that I'm not sure I'd be able to offer much. I asked her why she was telling me this. She said that she was telling me because I'd always been the easiest one to speak to. Natasha is talkative and friendly, yes, but she's not the absolute best person to speak to about serious issues most of the time. And of course my mother will always hate Ebony, so she's automatically not an option. She now has this insecurity about her skin tone since my dad "left her" for a black woman. I will never mention this to her though, unless I wanted to die that day. Natasha and I have discussed it, however. I just asked her one day if she noticed how much mom speaks of race now, comparing white women to black women, speaking of how certain features are better than others and such. My mother has Italian roots, but in this label-obsessed world, she's simply Caucasian. I think the fact that most people were thrown into the mixing pot is a wonderful thing. All the more reason why she shouldn't focus on race. But she's hurt, so she attacks everything.

I sometimes feel bad for Ebony. We're the only people she has to spend time with, to confide in, to invite to dinner. She's a shy woman who doesn't talk about herself. We are the only family she knows now and we're still iffy about her. If I'm the one she speaks to most, I just wonder how our phone bills will turn out when I move out of the country. My mom doesn't like me being so kind to the woman. I wish she'd just get over my dad. Afterall, I'll be thirty in three years and I've had to hear her snide remarks about him since I was eleven.
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www.zeitgeistmovie.com [03 Oct 2008|02:55pm]
I'm sure alot of people would have had to think twice about being involved in a religious-related soundtrack. Yet, if I believed in a god, I'm sure this song is how I'd feel towards them. Therefore, I was never ambivalent about recording the track, which was written by Billy Corgan for Stigmata. See the film, watch the video, and so on.

Identify )
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[27 Sep 2008|08:42am]
Guy at the counter: You're kidding, right?
Me with a 2 am cold: Excuse me?
Guy at the counter: Your name is really Ally McGee?
Me with a 2 am cold: (assuming he's realized I'm 5% famous): Yeah, that's me.
Guy at the counter: (laughs) Are you related to Assy McGee?

At some point in time, this show existed ... or still does? I don't know. But the title reminds me of something or someone. Makes me wonder if anyone else has found my name amusing because of this. I'm certain it's watched only by stoners and those under twenty-five.



Over the last month we did some radio promotion, and it was so exciting, as you can see from my expressions in the above photos. In the midst of wrapping up the Life On Mars tour the label thought it would be a good idea to bring attention to the album once more for old time's sake. Last-minute sales, I suppose. Remember when people actually bought those round, flat discs that played music? Compact discs and players seem obsolete now. I personally never wanted to sell my music online, hook up with iTunes and that whole thing. But it was inevitable. For me, it just seemed unnecessary after growing up with cassette tapes and CDs. But I understand that an album from a music shop is usually no less than $20.00 while buying each song for the price of $0.99 is cheaper. Personally I just always liked the album art, lyrics, acknowledgements, etc. It's all a part of the package, I thought. Each album for me was like this new chapter of my favorite artists' lives. Who had they become this time? How had they grown? I know that music for the most part is no longer as authentic, however, so I also understand people's need to skip these things and get right to the few songs they actually enjoy. Hey, I'm a music fan as well as maker, so I get it. I just wish things were different. One thing I can say is really good about mp3 versus compact disc is the one scratch = no-play rule. No scratches in digital, baby.

Last week saw the end of the tour with our final show in Minneapolis, which is terribly close to home for me. I jetted right over and into my own bed after the wrap party. Well, not directly after, but sooner than usual. My sheets still smelled of Febreeze and I simply slept for two days. I'm currently wallowing in my laziness and loving every minute of it. My hair isn't combed as I type this. It's tiring primping everyday for shows, so to not have to touch a brush is ... liberating. Idle hands are the devil's playground or something, but I don't plan to actually sit around and do nothing. My hands will take on many titles, such as page-turners (as I'll finally get around to books I've meant to read) and face-stuffers (I'll eat all I want). Oh, and there will be some writing along the way, so this will keep them occupied as well. Actually, I've probably written far too many songs which will make it hell when it comes time to choose twelve or so. We begin recording in November, I believe, so I'll have time to decide what I want at least. And then the label will push their way in and say that they like all the ones I didn't choose. Oh joy.

I've given the impression that all I've done is sat at home and eaten. Well, I have, except for that one day I didn't do it at home. I attended the Women 4 Women Lunch Wednesday and sat and ate amongst, you guessed it, other women. It's of course an organization that assists women socially and economically by offering resources. I won't get preachy about the issues discussed. I'll only say that I'm glad I attended. There were several community leaders present at the annual meeting, so I finally got to meet the mayor's wife. Gorgeous woman, but I wasn't prepared for that. There were also other interesting (looking) women present as you can see in the photos below. Glamor obviously wasn't a priority, which I loved. Also, note my hair. I wasn't kidding when I said it hasn't been combed.

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Hair. [10 Sep 2008|10:55am]
I've mentioned a few times, on a whim, that I planned to grow my hair out and pretty much change my overall look to something feminine and appealing. Of course it was a joke, but I've seen some rather masculine, skirt-haters become the ideal female physically upon certain life changes. Dating the right person, for instance. Marriage, childbirth, and so on. So I suppose I shouldn't count myself down and out of The Race to Be a Woman: the idea that we are not born as women but that we must be made into women; that genitalia alone is not enough. I don't have a concrete idea of what a woman should be due to that little thing called individuality, but I'm aware of what comes to mind for most people. The physical, as I mentioned, as well as a certain level of maturity and one's own financial security. I'm certain traditional types feel differently about a woman securing her own finances, but for the rest of us, it's admirable and high on the "list". Afterall, it's often said that a "real woman" takes care of herself ... until she finally meets a man she can marry and then she can stop the act, right?

Pardon my sarcasm. I was only supposed to announce that I am in fact growing out my hair to look pretty - which is what I've been accused of by a few people who have seen it recently. At least I didn't mention all the silly things such as submission, vulnerability (which is something "only women display"), a "natural" desire for women to have doors opened for them, expecting a man to pay for everything, having our oh-so-heavy bags carried for us, etc. Although, I must say, there are cases where it's a must for me and tells me alot about a male when he doesn't follow through. Such as if the bag really is too heavy and I'm already carrying a few others. In high school, I was walking with a male friend who fancied me but I didn't return the interest, and it was discovered as we walked along back to my house. He left me carrying all these bags after I told him I wasn't interested in him in a romantic way. So yes, it is nice for anyone you happen to be shopping with to help you out - I simply do not hold that exclusive to sex.

Another high school story. Skip it or click it )

I will focus on the hair for the remainder of this entry. Or ... well, I'll try to anyway. I had long hair all throughout my childhood, as most of us do, and I had no problem with that. But as I got older, I did realize that because of the way I looked, people assumed I was something I wasn't. The two guys in the above experiences made this very mistake. A look shouldn't define who you are. You should be able to wear whatever clothing you like, whatever haircut you like, and so forth. But as a teenager, it began to annoy me. From age fifteen to maybe one's late twenties, we in fact act out our frustrations. Not to say that a fifty year old man buying a motorcycle or dating a twenty-one year old isn't "acting out" a midlife crisis, but teens and twenty-somethings do this pretty much on a constant basis. When I was recording my first album, recording songs about strength and such, I felt this boost of power and I ended up cutting my hair short and wearing boy's clothing. And it became my persona throughout my About A Girl album phase. As a "public figure", many people are witness to your transitions, which can suck at times. But at this time, I enjoyed who I was and what I felt I represented.

After this stage of my life came to an end, I was saddened, believe it or not. I didn't know who to be or what to do. I tried school, continued writing and my mother said she missed my long hair, so I grew it out and even stopped dying it. I wrote an album that expressed my confusion at that time and it wasn't well-received due to my previous persona, which was full of naivety. Still, I'll always look back at it and feel good because of the innocence, because of how much I truly believed in what I was singing even though it was cheesy. I gave a real part of myself on my second album, What May Come, and when it wasn't a hit or whatever, I personally felt rejected. I remember preparing for the photo shoot for the album and deciding to cut my hair again. I felt really weak as a person at this point, so I guess I thought I could expect a second surge of energy when I changed my hair. Or at least, maybe people would be fooled into thinking I wasn't as weak as my songs.

So yes, hair and me, we have a history. Alot of people go through life with the same hairstyle. I couldn't imagine such an existence. I just like short hair because I'm able to manage it effortlessly, which isn't the case for alot of people. So I continued with different variations of the short cut for a few years following What May Come. My current album has done well and I didn't accredit my hairstyle to any of it's success. Just the music and the healthier place that I've discovered in the last few years. So why not throw caution to the wind and try something beyond the haircut I've had since forever? I didn't see a reason not to do so and I felt good about it when I realized it was growing rather quickly. Then someone attempts to sum up the reason behind this "huge decision" and is completely wrong. It did upset me. So much so that I wrote an entire entry about hair.

I'm being pressured (lol, no, not really) for new photos for my official gallery, but I'd like to wait until I have something different from the photos of the last, oh, nine years. My next album is going to be amazingly different from previous ones and I'd just like a look to go with that is all.
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