A Family Affair

I’m sitting on my orange IKEA couch, looking out the balcony view waiting…waiting for Baby Bro and his Beau to arrive so we can wait…wait for my parents to get into town for the first time since they helped move me in over three years ago.


All it took was me surprising my Ma for her Birthday with 5 tickets to see Alice Cooper.  She was absolutely shocked. #werenotworthy


This will be my fourth time seeing him live.  And not only do we get the pleasure of seeing the killer’s antics onstage, but we get to listen to Nita Strauss kill it on guitar.


Ré asked me earlier this week if I felt excited about the show.  I recently noticed a shift in my anticipation when it comes to concerts.  The star struck awe doesn’t linger into days beforehand…not like when I was 18-20.  However, when at the shows, I focus much more on the energy.  I live in the moment.  I preserve the memories.  Feeling the music truly awes.  And I can’t wait to preserve more memories with with my family spending time experiencing the music of Alice Cooper.



Only Women Bleed

And you live and love in pain.

She cries alone at night too often…Only Women Bleed

A man…I loved…told *ME*…what the cause of my actions were without taking me at my word..that I only engage in debate and discussion for self-validation at the expense of other’s feelings as opposed to being unapologetically and often abrasively curious about our world.

That is fucked up.

Yes, I’m gonna say it; that’s objectification–where one is treated as lacking agency and the ability to control actions, whether in a subconscious or purposeful manner.

I’m an autonomous agent of my own actions.  Don’t you tell me what are the cause of my own actions.

Don’t put up with this bullshit.  Don’t put up with overt OR covert sexism OR objectification in ANY aspect of your life, even when it’s unintended.  We’re better than that.  Reflect on your words and actions.

We’re Not Worthy

It’s been 10 years since I’ve seen this mad man defy death on stage…

Alice Cooper has been my Rockstar hero since I was a toddler. The dawning of my concert experiences began with him for my 17th Birthday…and I sang”I’m Eighteen” with him from the audience the next year.

Spur of the minute ticket purchases the night before a show lead to exhilaratingly magical late school nights…so I’m glad School’s Out and over for me.

I’ll keep you Rockstars apprised of the vaudeville villain fun.


Come As You Are…Pt. 2

I’ve waited long enough to formally introduce myself.

I’m Breezer.  

No, that’s not my birth name.  I’m 27 years old…which is relevant if you’re a fellow rockstar reading this blog.

Since I can remember, music pervaded my life.  As an infant, I would not sleep unless Judas Priest caressed my ears.  I regularly untuned my father’s 70’s era Fender Stratocaster as a toddler.  I danced to Alice Cooper’s “Poison” music video at my Second Birthday party while donning a favorite frilly blue dress.  I survived the 90’s N*SYNC/Backstreet era as the weird nerd who religiously listened to Aerosmith on my Walkman.  Bach chorales trained my fingers to play instruments. Choir refined vocals.  Show Choir brought out the performance artist.  DrumMajor duties in high school marching band disciplined my leadership skills.  Musical tunes brought sanctuary in the high school auditorium.  Marilyn Manson saw me through the tears and sleepless nights of my Undergrad years.

Finally, after too long…the opportunity to create presents itself.

This blog will be many things to me..to you, the audience..a place for me to share band updates, new experiences and revelations, eclectic fashion choices, inspiring lyrics…a safe haven for all to be our best selves.

This is my life as a Rockstar

…And I Swear that I Don’t Have A Gun.