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    Trish Monaco.
    singer. songwriter.
    dog walker.
    human. living.
    loving. laughing.
    in Los Angeles

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Thursday, August 30, 2007


Things are looking promising in the music recording department.

If all goes as planned, the album will be recorded, mixed and mastered by Christmas.

Interesting. I never set foot in a recording studio growing up in Massachusetts. I spent fifteen years honing my craft in Los Angeles and now I find myself in a Massachusetts recording studio.

I love it.


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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Counting My Countryside Blessings

I've been missing LA like crazy but I'm also grateful for the things I can only find around here. Nature being a huge chunk of it.

It's corn season. I've watched the fields go from brown soil to tall tasseled corn over the last few months. Most of the corn is for the cows but some is sold curbside to the local residents.

On our way home last night, we stopped at a neighbor's picnic table. No one was around. Just the table and fresh veggies. Corn was on my mind. A small handmade sign read "Corn $.50 an ear."

Next to the sign was a handmade wooden box and lid. Inside was a pretty good pile of ones and fives. We added two dollars to the pile, chose four fresh ears of corn and drove the remaining few hundred feet down the street to our driveway.

Papa-PBX had already begun preparing fresh zucchini, squash, green beans, tomato and onion from his garden. We added the corn and within minutes we had the most delicious and inexpensive meal of the year. I was so full that I passed up salad from our garden.

I've driven through farmlands in other parts of the country. I've bought fresh produce from local farmers. But usually someone is there to monitor the produce and the cash. This was just cool.

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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Summer 2007

It's been a long time since posting. Let's see if I can pick up where I left off.

The rest of July was spent sweating over finances, spending too much time and money on travel back to Los Angeles to take care of some house business that still isn't finished, getting bumped from a flight back to New Hampshire and missing an entire day's work because of delays. Thus sending me in a downward spiral in more financial debt and fear.

I went to my uncle's wake last weekend and saw at least fifty family members I hadn't seen in twenty years. Including many new family members almost grown enough to start families of their own. It was a beautiful day and the turn-out for my uncle was overwhelming. I don't know how his immediate family, my closest cousins and auntie, were holding themselves together. That "receiving line" is a lot to show up for. So emotional. I was exhausted just watching them.

I ached over not being able to go to Monday's funeral services. I wore all black to work.

Let's see, other things we've done in the last four weeks ... we hit the beach, went to a pool party, got our asses kicked in yard-volleyball - twice, and played hours upon hours of online boggle. We're on season 3 of our new favorite BBC Series. PBX has switched jobs, making her more available for PBX-Jr, school work, social events and actual sleep time. I am at the same job barely earning a living wage. I started with a new therapist out here. Don't ask. Or do. But I'd rather not get into it.

I've written new music and revamped old stuff. I started reading inspirational books again and I've checked out local yoga studios, the racquet club and this week I'm headed to the gym. Yoga is very expensive, the racquet club is very dirty and a little overpriced. We'll see how it goes at the gym.

The rest of this month is filled with plans - some tentative. dome definite. Today I'm getting my hair cut (finally). Then we're going to another pool party. We want to go to the Lakes Region for a little canoeing. I've gotten in touch with old friends. Having dinner and playing gigs with some. We'll head up to Maine to see a free Indigo Girls concert at LL Bean. Down to outer Boston for an extended family gathering. Then over to historic Salem for a friend's art opening. We've got to see Harry Potter. And somewhere, we want to fit camping into the mix. I am dying to see a moose.

That brings us into September when we'll head over to LA for another poorly timed quick trip. After that, who knows?

All in all, life is good. Tough, but good.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Traffic Bully

The PeaceMobile had it out with Suburban SoccerMom on the way to work this morning. Not one of my better moments.

On a road I travel at least twice a day, there's a section that merges from two lanes to one. It's the busiest part of my morning commute. Sometimes there are more than thirty cars at the traffic light. Remember, we're in the backwoods here.

They're doing some construction so naturally it slows things down a bit. But the merge part...that's normal. It's a merge whether they are doing construction or not.

To some, like Suburban SoccerMom, the term MERGE means GET BEHIND ME (or be shoved off the road).

Three cars ahead of me merged with traffic. The courteous way; every-other-car. Who doesn't know this?

There was no way Suburban SoccerMom was going to let little PeaceMobile in. I tried to tell her in no uncertain terms, "THIS IS A MERGE!"

Suburban SoccerMom rolled her passenger's window down to inform me, "YOU are supposed to merge into MY lane but YOU have been pushing along instead of waiting like everybody else!"

I admit, there are times when I push into merging traffic. Especially in LA. But there's no need to do that in New Hampshire. But for some reason, these folks believe that if a lane merges a mile down the road, we should all form a single lane NOW so no one gets ahead of the other. It's the strangest thing.

Anyway, I wasn't pushing along, as she put it. I was driving along, like everybody else.

I yelled something about "every other car" and she screamed bloody murder, "NO! BEHIND ME!" then rolled up her window and nearly hit the truck in front of her.

So I tried to get behind her. No such luck. No one wanted to let me in. Rather, they'd get a kick out of seeing the PeaceMobile fall off the side of the road.

Luckily, there were still a few hundred feet available in the merging lane so I gunned it and squeezed my way behind the same little red car I was traveling behind in the first place. It wasn't easy. Mr. MacTruck did not want to give way.

So I was finally in the single lane, sitting at the traffic light when Suburban SoccerMom flew by me to blow through the red light making a left hand turn into a gas station. A turn she could've made before the merge!

There are two entrances to the gas station. So, it was a clear bully move.

My light turned green and a van of guys who were amused by our interaction waved and smiled as I passed by.

Later I felt a slight sudden pang of fear. It's not like I'm in an unmarked car. There's no mistaking the out-of-state PeaceMobile on the road. It kind of sticks out like a sore thumb. So let's hope my next post isn't about vandalism.

I called the NH Department of Transportation to ask about the laws in merging lanes. The woman kept me on the phone with her own traffic bully story and closed with, "Around here it's like you first after me."

I didn't tell her where I'm from.

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