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Monday, July 28, 2008

Paulette Plays GAYVILLE Again, Saturday Aug 2nd

Hello Baroque Music Lover,

I'm so happy today to be able to share with you seven
spine-tingling, thrilling minutes of keyboard music by
your and my favorite Baroque composer, J.S. Bach.

It's a Prelude from one of his English Suites, a suite
being a set of "dances" such as Allemande, Gigue,
Courante, etc. It's BWV 807. "BWV" stands for Bach
Werke Verzeichnis or Bach Works Catalog.

I hope you enjoy it because all this piano playing is
kind of stressing my hands out, and what good is
pointless martyrdom?!

It's in two gripping parts because i have upload
limitations on my website.

BWV 807 Prelude Pt. 1

BWV 807 Prelude Pt. 2

In other news, my performance schedule is packed yet
again. I'll be playing one show in GAYVILLE, August
2nd, 2008.

It's a birthday party, and even though there is no
charge for admission, it's looking like it will sell
out, so you should probably camp on the sidewalk for 3
or 4 days before the event to make sure you get in.

On the bill are:

The Strangers from Stockton,Paulette,Nessie and her
beard,Jon Sugar,Crissie.

Bring your friends, or don't go and send your enemies
instead, we don't care.

4122 18th Street
San Francisco, CA

Love Always,


Friday, July 25, 2008

I don't know. One of those horrible things


My friend included me in one of those chain letter things, and you're supposed to do a bunch of stuff, such as say 6 random things about yourself. So here are the random things about myself.

1. My eyes are sore.
2. My job........uh.
3. I went to a birthday party tonight and we watched some home movies which were rather well done.
4. My neighbor.....uh.
5. I like my bicycle.
6. I like to play music.

So there you have 6 lusciously random factoids about me, the enigmatic, tough to fathom person who lives on planet earth.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

The Ultra-Jazz

Dear Listener,


Again, we find Erik and I playing what I like to call
the "Ultra-Jazz", an attempt to push jazz listener
boredom to levels heretofore unseen.

The song is Charlie Parker's "Anthropology", a song
about "the study of 'man'". Isn't that fascinating,
an instrumental jazz piece about the study of man?!

I know the first time I heard it, I immediately
thought of Franz Boas, one of my favorite
anthropologists, often called the "Father of American

So grab onto your pillows and get ready to turn off
completely and fall asleep.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the "Ultra-Jazz".....

Love Always,


I Love Purple Onions

Dear Unflagging Fanatic,

Here's a song about purple onions

It has "f***" and "s***" in it if you don't feel or
look like profanity at the moment.

It's a pretty rough mix and rough everything and
sounds to me like all my other piano ballads.



Sunday, July 06, 2008

Paulette Attempts Soulfulness Through "Jazz"

Dear Reader,

A lot of you have been telling me, "Paulette, I'm sick
of those songs you write, don't you ever play
instrumental jazz with a tenor sax player?" And it
just so happens that recently I was recording cuts for
a new jazz album I'm working on called, "Broadway."

We plan to release it when gas hits $10.00 a gallon,
so it should come out any time now. You can even hold
your breath in anticipation, knowing full well that
you are in absolutely no danger of passing out.

The sax player is my neighbor and friend, Erik
Pearson, who is a great musician. And the tune is
Duke Ellington's "Mood Indigo" which is a nice way to
say "depressed." See if you can hear the depression
dripping out of your speakers when we're not talking
about how I missed a measure or two.

I didn't solo on it because i don't know the song
hardly, but i'll be up and soloin' in no time to beat
that $10.00 deadline.

Go Listen to Erik at

And While you're at it, go listen to my friend and
Erik's gal Sonya. She sings and plays guitar and is a
lovely person.

Continually Invading Your Inbox Privacy,


Tuesday, July 01, 2008

My Bike Ride 6/30/08

I rode my bike to get tea in Berkeley, CA

There was a woman with overt mental problems at the cafe, so that was exciting if you like that kind of thing. If you don't like that kind of thing, it wasn't exciting.

I asked a woman if I could share a table with her. She said, "Yes," and I started to do so, but the neighboring table opened up, so I didn't have to share. I hate sharing. Sharing is bad. Only bad people share. Lazy people who get to the cafe late have to share. Don't share...ever, it's bad. If you share, you are bad. But it's fun to share, to be bad. I like to be bad and share. I don't want to be good if I can't share.