scheiße. scheiße. scheiße.
One night, late last year in the cold Newfoundland winter I wrote out my bucket list. It’s changed, things have come and gone, I’ve scratched small silly ones off of the bottom. Some of the things on the list are dreams from when I was a child. Sing with Mariah Carey (I crossed that off when I sang ALONG to her songs at the ACC while shooting her set), See the Backstreet Boys (twice!), Kiss Nick Carter (not yet! dammit!), take a picture with a burning building (myspace pose?), spent a month in New York in the fall. Some of them are newer and I may never reach… shoot the cover of the Rolling Stone, spend a day backstage shooting with John Mayer or shoot a session in Steven Tyler’s home with lots of large felines.
My hobby is day dreaming. It’s the silliest thing to do, but growing up in a VERY small town after being born in a huge city – there’s a lot left to desire and dream about. I was left with my imagination, which created the weirdest scenarios. I spent all day dreaming of everything possible, writing in journals (I have every single one) to musicians about their music and how it moved me, and how I loved them so much for writing these songs. It was there my bucket list began to grow and from it’s conception there were naysayers and I’m sure as my silly dreams continue there will be many many more. For now I have to keep focused and looking forward and believe I can do this..
Because I just scratched number two off the top of my bucket list – and the moment I did, I said a prayer thanking every single person who ever made that moment possible.
#2 – Shoot Lady Gaga live.
No matter gay, straight, or bi,
Lesbian, transgendered life
I’m on the right track baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
I’m on the right track baby
I was born to be brave.
Paws up.
