Dark Nights

Don’t send me no angel.
This city’s too cold.
Cause I need a man with a black heart of gold.

AHHHH!!! Lemme tell you about this Woman!  I haven’t been this excited about an up & coming artist since I discovered GHOST.  My friend Ré introduced me to Dorothy late one night not so long ago, and I was hooked.  Dorothy channels Patti Smith and Janis Joplin in attitude and vocals seemingly without effort.  Apparently, she’s studied in music, worked on writing pop songs in L.A., and decided one day she wanted to start a rock band with some of her dude pals…despite sharing a confined space with them while they exchange “air biscuits.”

Oh, and did I mention she recently posed for Playboy? *melts*


I know.  Total Babe.  And she’s talented as Hell.

Ré and I ponied up for VIP access for the band’s show at Blueberry Hill.  If you’re ever in St. Louis looking for some tasty American food, good tunes, and great shows, visit Blueberry Hill.  There’s about 10 different themed rooms.  All the gigs are down in the basement, otherwise known as The Duck Room.  Anywho, we jammed with the band during soundcheck, took our pics with them (they’re so nice!), and they signed our posters.

It was at this time Ré started girl crushing mad hard on Dorothy.  She even wore Dorothy’s Limited Edition signature lip tar by Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics.  I asked, “Now Ré, do you want to take pictures together with the band, or–” “NO!”  Hahahahaha!



After Meet & Greet, we were starved.  We ordered some chicken tenders and fries to scarf during the free hour before showtime.


We ran back downstairs and realized we could only pay for Tour Tees in cash.  Normally, this is no problem as I typically bring cash with me to shows, but I did not foresee myself purchasing a band tee this time around.  I misjudged myself.  And of course…the ATM was out of order.  Where was the nearest known ATM you ask?  About 2 blocks down the road. Ré is not one to cause a fuss and momentarily resorted to not worrying about purchasing a tee, but if there’s one thing I believe, it’s in the magic of concert nights.  “No, chick.  We’re getting our tees.  We got about 5 minutes ’til the show starts.”  So, we booked.  And wouldn’t you know it…on our way out the door, but who do we bump into was Dorothy and her guitarist.  “Oh, Hi, Dorothy!” I politely exclaimed as we ran down the Del Mar blocks.  Well, we got the cash and hauled ass back to the venue all before the opening act was even finished with their set.  The great thing about small club shows is the quick setup between acts.  In no time, Dorothy and her boys were rocking down the house.

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Support your “Underground” artists.  They love their fans.





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.