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Sunday October 23rd 2016

I got to my makeup at 11am. I was deeply inspired to try something skeletal, something dark and disturbing. This is what happened.

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Somehow I got finished in 2 hours and we got our butts to Central Park. It’s an interesting experiment to go out looking the way I do in NYC. People rarely stare at me, especially on the subway. If someone talks to me it’s a rare thing. One woman, an old lady, said I looked scary, but cute. That’s what I was going for. She asked if we were going to a party. That’s what people usually ask. We do something they can’t even fathom. That’s what I love about what I do. I don’t just put on crazy makeup and walk around (or just take it off) I go out in the world and perform for strangers and make a living. I do makeup for fun. I’ve learned it doesn’t effect the prayformance whether I wear no makeup or a lot as far as I know. I do it to challenge myself. It is a challenge to go out with my face painted so outrageously and be %100 confident.

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Cover Story was performing at the tunnel a bit later today, so we had time to get ready without rushing. I felt like I’d been running around like a mad person up ’till then. This look took a long time to achieve accurately. The teeth were a pain to draw, but I really was pleased with the results. I looked like a skeleton!

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The prayformance itself was tough for both of us. Lots of people watched, but no one talked to us while we played. I go into auto pilot when that happens. I’d rather feel inspired! Only at the very end our friend Sarah arrived and was shocked to see me. She loved my look and another woman was loving us, too. That made it all worth it. I’m sure people don’t know how important it is to artists to have interaction with their audiences. Just gawking at us doesn’t cut it for me. I know a lot of people enjoyed our work today, but how would I really know unless they said something?

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Sarah invited us to sushi dinner after we played. We packed up very slowly and talked about our day. I know audience members have a completely different perspective on our prayformances than we do. People can watch, say nothing to us, throw us a few dollars and walk away and be completely mesmerized. People can watch us for half a song and walk away and still be mesmerized. We don’t know what they’re feeling, but when we have a full prayformance with no interaction, we feel alone in a sea of people. It’s conversation, interaction and kind words that makes our day! Displaying 20161023_214428.jpg

We stopped off at Sarah’s place to drop off our stuff and walked with her to sushi at 59th St. The food was really delicious and we had lovely conversation. Sarah knows us better than almost anyone. She said I looked ghoulish and I did a really good job with the look. We walked back to her place and a doorman pretended to be scared of me. I went over and growled at him. It was funny. Displaying 20161023_203427.png

We felt great as we got on the subway to go home. I look like ZOMBIE LILA!!

Displaying 20161023_210142.pngscreen-shot-2016-10-23-at-8-19-17-pmWe do what we do without much. Just our own talent and will to f’ing do it. My mom told me the other night her journal is the exact same as mine. “I did a great show and no one came. When are people going to care about what I’m doing? I’m doing the best I can.” (she quoted something similar from her journal.) Yup. That’s my life. People say to us, “You have more fans than you think.” But where are they and when are they going to step up and really support us? When we’re famous? That would be ironic. We need people’s support NOW. Sometimes I don’t believe anything will happen for us, other than if we do it ourselves.

Last Day Playing in Amsterdam

Sunday August 30th 2015

I don’t ever want to play in Vondelpark again. It’s so fucking horrible there. My voice gets injured by the lack of acoustics and noisiness. I was so glum, I couldn’t even smile while we played. Thoth was in a much better mood than I. At one point, I was ready to throw my violin on the ground and cry. When we finished, I threw my case down and accidentally broke Thoth’s spirit catcher. He got angry with me. I was in such a horrible mood. I’m such a spoiled brat. A man passed by and asked what we do. “She’s not in a good mood.” Thoth said. “Why, may I ask?” he asked. “I don’t like playing here.” I said. He said he’d follow us to the Rijks.

I was in a better mood when we got there. IMG_20150830_183057661IMG_20150830_183111146 Our friend Ben, the violinist who plays there, is always very accommodating to us. We only had to wait 45 minutes. His opera singer friend was singing and then a string quartet would play. Despite that the acoustics are better than the underpass in Vondepark, it’ still too noisy to really hear ourselves. There’s no subtlety. We had a good crowd in both spots, but I wish people were more generous. Oh well. It’s our last day.
IMG_20150830_201736859 We biked to have sushi as a reward. The waiter said they didn’t accept change over 20 and Thoth got mad. “What if we didn’t have cash?” he said. They allowed for it, but it makes us never want to go there again. IMG_20150830_201745533We grabbed some dessert and went home and I finished watching “The Shining.” Packing and organizing day tomorrow for our big trip to Martha’s Vineyard on Tuesday.