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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Sonya Hunter, Erik Pearson, Michael Holt.....Bazaar Cafe 8.30.08

I went to listen to my friends Sonya and Erik play with their friend Michael Holt at the Bazaar Cafe in San Francisco on 8.30.08.

They sounded so good together, that i even got a chill up my spine when they were rehearsing a song before the show.

Below are photos that i took of the three performing.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Spam: How do you become a fan?

Dear Reader,

After my big adventure to LA this month to be in show biz, the fan mail has been piling up and up, like bills.

And just a few days ago, I received an e-mail from Jill, a potentially sane handgun owner in New Hampshire, asking me, "Paulette, how do you become a fan?"

I might be wrongly assuming that she's asking about becoming a fan of mine, but i'm willing to take that risk.

I've thought long and hard about it, the question, "How do you become a fan," and I've come up with the following.

I think that if you want to be a fan, you need to develop an appreciation for music, because most of what i do is music. And even though i'm temporarily crippled by tendonitis right now and afraid to play the piano, I'm still primarily a musician.

Oh, sure, i'm some kind of writer, but the writing doesn't pay my bills like my ever-lucrative musician job. If you look at my income for the month of August, I think the IRS would consider me to be a musician, and If you're anything at all like me, I'm sure you define yourself by how the IRS sees you.

August 2008 Income
Music Performance..................................$20.00
Weblog/Articles/Ad Copy/Mailing list..........$0.00

I also think that if you want to become a fan, you should be able to amuse yourself even when i'm not around. For instance, you get home after visiting your parole officer and see that i'm not there, so you decide to paper your walls with the pages from all of your favorite books. Or maybe you walk the 3 miles it takes to get to your nearest road and count the number of cars that go by each hour, comparing the different hours to find trends in backwater traffic.

Lastly, I think a fan needs to have some kind of exposure to written or spoken language, specifically the English language. To illustrate, my fan base in Hong Kong is not as big as my fan base in India primarily because there are fewer English speakers in Hong Kong than there are in India. And my fan base here in this great, changing nation of ours, the United States of America, numbers over two hundred million merely because that many people understand English, and if you understand English, you don't have that much further to go to become a fan.

In summary, I think all fans need to look deep into their hearts if they have them, to know themselves as best they can, to trust themselves to make the lifelong committment to fandom, and to free themselves from the fetters of doubt and the entire body that is U.S. law.

God Bless America!!!


Paullette how do you become a fan?

Posted by jilladelphia to paulette's hypermeaningful weblog at 10:28 AM

Monday, August 25, 2008



Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Los Angeles Trip....Rambling on and on

Dear Reader Person,

Since my return last night, i've had a lot of people
asking me, "So Paulette, how was the trip?", and i've
obliged them with long, overly detailed stories of
every aspect of my trip.

Part of what i tell them is the following:

I left on wednesday morning at 7:00 a.m. from my
apartment in oakland and then got an egg sandwich from
mcdonald's on telegraph where there was an enormously
fragrant man sitting in the dining room, generously
donating his distinct, one of a kind perfume to the
whole restaurant. I inhaled deeply because i wanted
to remember what happens when you wear the same
clothes without washing them or yourself for about 6

My order number was #428, and coincidentally, on my
way back from la, i went to a jack in the box on i-5,
and they called out the same number, 428, so of course
i said it was my order, and the "real" owner of the meal
looked at me in disbelief, like i had a lot of nerve
or something.

I showed her my McDonald's receipt and told her it
doesn't matter where you get the receipt as long as it
has the correct order number on it. In essence, I told
her that i was going to take what was rightfully mine.
So, we got into a violent, Ali-Liston type tussle
which lasted about 3 minutes, but ultimately, i broke
down for some reason, and we ended up splitting the

The egg sandwich i had ordered with sausage and cheese
and no fat or cholesterol went unclaimed because of my
distracted, righteous struggle, so the cashier asked
if anybody wanted it. I was still hungry after only
half of a meal, so i took that too. I had the receipt
for it.

I realize now, after careful, politician-like
meditation upon my actions, that what i did was wrong,
that my order #428 receipt wasn't some kind of carte
blanche allowing me access to other people's food.

In an effort to make things right, to soothe my
conscience, i've decided to dedicate the rest of my
life to fighting for legislation which will
effectively eliminate order numbers on all fast food
restaurant orders. Instead, if i have my way, fast
food dining room orders will now use social security
numbers on the receipts.

This legislative action is obviously the right,
improved course, and any unwashed fool can tell you
how much confusion this will avoid. If you don't
agree with me and jump on my bandwagon, don't run
crying to me when somebody with a Waffle House order
#21 receipt justifiably takes your Wendy's order #21,
a ground beef sandwich, from out of your curled,
grasping fingers and leaves you with an empty, noisy

I know this is stupid.


Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Paulette Plays Tinseltown 8.14,15,16

Dear Stalwart Fan,

In an attempt to make my life interesting, i'm going
to The Angels again to perform at WIGOUT and to help
out with/be on my cousin's painting show.

Let's hope the Tercel makes it all the way there and
back. Are you hoping?

The wigout show on Thursday, 8/14/08 has a steampunk
theme, but don't ask me what steampunk means because i
don't understand it. Have a look for yourself if you
aren't already a member of the cognoscenti.


In keeping with the Steampunk theme, I'm going to sing
a song i made out of text from h.g. wells book, "the
time machine". See if you can guess where i took
liberties with the text.

You're gonna want to turn this one up all the way and
get some facial tissue because it'll probably cause
some kind of nose bleed or blunt trauma. Whoever
sends me a recording of themselves singing this song
somewhat correctly will receive a 5x7 autographed
picture of me.

Time Machine Song

Bordello - 901 E. 1st St., Los Angeles, CA 90012
Phone: (213) 687-3766.

Doors open 9 p.m. show starts at 10:00.

As for the let's paint shows, they will be live on and

The Friday show will be live at 11am PST and
Saturday's Show is live at 9am PST.

The saturday show will be broadcast to a gallery in

Here's the long link to the gallery in Scotland.

Love Always,


Sunday, August 03, 2008

Four Boring, Tiny Pieces

Dear Boring Music Aficianado,

It is with boring pleasure that I present these little
pieces that I put together when I was about 19 or 20.

I had just dropped out of my first year of college at
Cal Poly SLO and was back in my home town of Stockton,
attending junior college, living again with my
parents, wondering whom I was much as I do now.

I was studying English, and I met this group of about
5 or 6 friends who all knew each other. I knew two of
them peripherally, but when hanging out with them, I
got the idea to do musical sketches of/for four of
them. I don't know exactly what I was thinking, but
each piece has a person's first initial over it in my
music notebook.

Isn't that neat.

Four Boring, Tiny Pieces



Friday, August 01, 2008

Paulette + Pillowgoat = Dynamite!!!!!!!

Dear Devoted Fan,

Just to keep you up on every wonderfully interesting little thing that I do, I have to tell you about my latest collaboration with the world famous artist, Pillowgoat.

Pillowgoat is famous for his Unfunny Jokes and his Rock and Roll Naked book. He's also famous for how he walks, talks, eats, sleeps, dances, rows, jumps and hiccups.

And just now, today, I had the pleasure of collaborating with him on my latest Musical Event Flyer. We had so much fun doing it, it was as though we weren't even working, toiling, or laboring in any way whatsoever. We laughed and sang all the while, and in the end, we came up with this fantastic flyer.

I hope you have as much fun looking at and studying it as we had making it. Feel free to copy it and share it with all of your friends, and be sure to visit Pillowgoat.