Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Full moon In Scorpio

Big happenings come.

Scorpio is the sign of power, so when it comes to its annual full moon, there is no fucking around. In comes an influx of its energy, stirring up mystery, transformation, intensity and death. Although nothing has occurred to me directly, by association I am reeling from the craziness that is full moon in Scorpio! Again, even if I wasn’t a believer, I couldn’t deny this!

The evidence:
• A breakdown during the full moon in a friend’s 12th house, the area that involves institutions, psychiatry, drugs, and the subconscious.
• A book deal arriving as the full moon hit another friend’s house of commissions — as she also gets another paycheck due to her from ages ago!
• Then a TV development deal for another friend with the full moon in his house of contracts!!!
• A possible health crisis for a friend whose 4th house got hit with the full moon, affecting the area which that house represents.
• Then news of definite health crisis in another friend’s partnership house that affects him and his partner.
• Then, another friend who’s full moon came in his 1st house, the identity house, got layoff.
• The latest terrorist bomb scare in Times Square also happened...In the country's chart, the full moon was in the international relations house.
• ...and my favorite crazy happening: I learned one of my best friends has a secret superpower that she doesn't quite understand what it is, as she scored a freakishly high number in some state test that represents something significant, and it's so major that the military tracked her down at her mall job back in high school to try to recruit her. She had them take her to Sbarro's, then said, "No."

Anywho, is this really all just a coincidence? Think back on your last week. Has crazy turn of events happened to you or around you? If so, you've just been tagged by full moon in Scorpio and you're it.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Venus enters Gemini

I have to rip your clothes off and lick you all over right now!

There is no holding back the power of Venusian Gemini love, like a million teenyboppers with one shot to get to their object of affection. It's a force so big and so immediate, that it can transcends all barriers. The only problem, it might not last forever...or maybe in rare cases it can...

(Also, a Mercury retrograde flashback special! My trip down teenybopper lane...)

Forever Cool, John Taylor

There are inevitable days when life becomes uncontrollably surreal, perhaps by fate or perhaps by stupidity. September 5, 1997 was one of those days for me…

I started my day seemingly non-threatening, lying in bed and tuned into The Brady Bunch. Marsha was in yet another virginal drama; this time over her lost diary. As usual, Alice saves the day. Through her network of celebrities' maids, she arranges a visit with Marsha’s idol, Desi Arnaz Jr. Upon the visit, Marsha happily and wholesomely shifts out of her doldrums and zips into a recharged zest for life. Instantly overcome by giddiness, I started to feel the groovy effects of having slipped into the Marsha Brady parallel universe, since this happen to be the day I was going to meet my teen dream, John Taylor, formerly of Duran Duran. The only glitch, I was no longer a teenager and thoroughly more jaded than Marsha was ever going to get. I wasn’t in the mood for having my sacred memories of youthful affections spoiled by someone I could discover was a jerk, or worst — a joke. I didn’t want to find a slimy 80’s leftover LA record producer, snorting cocaine while smoking a cigar and rattling off phrases like, “Man, music is my life.”

I wanted to be able to still have solace in my memories of living in my Duran Duran wallpapered universe, dreaming of them continually and not feeling like I wasted all those hours composing tragic letters in hopes of inciting a sympathy visit. I wanted to still have maximum enjoyment recollecting those carefree, hormonally imbalanced times of eleven. I didn’t want to be left with a marred image of the pop star I once pledged to love forever.

Of course when it came down to it, my opinion wasn’t the point of our meeting. I was going over to do an assignment; a straight Q&A based on John’s new record label B5, in which he began with producer Hein Hoven (Stray Cats, The Clash). We were going to discuss his two solo albums, Feeling Good and Other Lies (the kind of record you listen to during a bad break-up and you’re mad, and hurt, but still desperate enough to forgive) and Auto Didact (the record you listen to after you’ve realized you’re strong enough not to have to forgive.) and talk about John’s debut as a producer on Dream Home Headaches...remaking/remodeling Roxy Music (a benefit record for Children’s Hospital Los Angeles). I was to remain a professional. I was going to stick to relevant questions, and of course, not forget to put fresh batteries into my new AIWA recorder assuring everything would go smoothly.

I entered the room ready to deal, good or bad. Fortunately, I found John soberly drinking his morning coffee, casually dressed. There were no signs of a suitcase filled with leather 80’s apparel or a closet full of prostitutes. Oddly, everything seemed too normal, too easy to seem possible. There he was — the actual John Taylor in 3-D, in my presence. I caved in and started to feel eleven years old.

After introductions and catching my breath, we began the interview. Sticking to my questions as a security blanket, I asked my lame questions word for word...Why he had left Duran Duran? Boredom, wanting more control over his life, make less produced music in a shorter time, etc. How long the album took? Six months...What he did on his albums? The writing, vocals, bass and guitar...Shortly after, I started to short circuit. My curiosity was getting the better of me and I slowly began diverting to conversation between questions, intertwining gab on everything from Andy Warhol’s Factory, Fellini, Roni Size, Rasputina, Lou Barlow, astrology to Vivienne Westwood. We even compared our love for Kiki Smith’s work, leading John to ask me what she was like, since telling him that I studied with her...what a twist of events! …Maybe it was all those years of living with his face plastered all around me, but the meeting seem more like a reunion, rather than an assignment.

Unfortunately, time was quickly drawing to a close and my questions were soon over. I packed up and allowed a moment for my regressive side to come out, taking a Polaroid of us and getting an autograph for my cousin. Finally, I handed him a pamphlet for my self-started new religion (no pun intended), Bauddhism (the only religion you can enjoy lying down). Curiously, looking through the packet and enjoying the material, John arrived at page four, covering the first principle of Bauddhism and asked, “What does pulchritudinous mean?”

I was in shock. A 37-year-old male asking me, an overgrown teenybopper what a word meant??! Bizarre enough for any man to ask the meaning of a word, even more extraordinary since this particular male had traveled the world, had #1 hits all over the planet, wrote a James Bond theme song, played Live Aid and stole my pubescent heart. (Subsequently, it means epitome of beauty.) Overwhelmed by John’s lack of ego, I pranced out of the room, with a restored faith in life.

…Momentarily reality was waiting to kick me back down...

I sauntered into the lobby to play back my tape, realizing the reporter’s nightmare — NO TRACE OF AN INTERVIEW! In a panic I darted back to John’s room asking for another interview. Without hesitation, John invited me back in, despite throwing his schedule off. Going straight through the questions, I checked my headphones...taping was going A-okay.

Leaving a bit upset over the initial trauma, I felt relieved I was able to salvage the article...but once again, I realized I was counting too many chickens with no signs of eggs… I stepped outside to discover in taping on an incredibly crappy AIWA Walkman, my interview had been deeply embedded into an obnoxiously loud recording of Bauhaus. Shit! Fuck! frantic brainstorming I tried to figure possible ways to save my tape, save my article, save myself from endless ridicule from my editor. Thankfully, I realized a possible, ironic solution, by way of a late night rendezvous to my friends’ Jaime Propp and Adam Chalk’s studio and record label, AS IS Entertainment.

Arriving glazed over from the feeling of being excessively screwed all day; I had my fingers crossed and the hopes that my ass was going to be saved by an obtrusive studio monstrosity. Into the night I painstakingly watched Jaime working his magic with the wires, knobs, mixers, and a thing called Focusrite D-2. Hours later, I watched the clock tick past 6:00 a.m. with a thorough understanding of why studios had the most comfortable couches. Ears ringing from meticulously sifting through the Peter Murphy/John Taylor ambient-goth mix, I decided to throw in the towel. Humorously by the end, Jaime did audibly salvage two thematic quotes: “If you’re not responsible for your work, how can you be responsible in your art,” and “I don’t believe in masterpieces, I only believe in works in progress,” in which we heard repeated throughout the night.

However screwed up the day became it was clear to me that anyone (especially someone with all my babysitting money, as well as million of others) willing to work in such a scrutinizing and monotonous capacity for the sake of expression would have to be someone with dedication, integrity and an honorable level of insanity. Finally wandering off into sleep with the blue hue of morning, I was comforted to have confirmed three more things: Jaime Propp is a genius, AIWA products SUCK and John Taylor is forever cool.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Moon and Mars conjunct Leo, in my solar 10th

Feeling on top of the world!

Today I was on Tyra!!! This was my second appearance. My first one was on Oct. 12th, 2009, when I did a segment on astrology and cheaters. Miss Tyra had so much fun, that she requested me back personally to do a whole show! It aired today and here is a special web video I made for them, a quick seduction guide for all the signs, shot after the show.

Oh & PS, for some odd reason I can't comment back to questions in the comments, but THANKS FOR THE SWEET COMMENTS and keep the coming!!! I love comments!

(And I have no idea why there is this big gap here. Can't get rid of it.)

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Chiron enters Pisces


Chiron isn't a planet, but a comet and in astrology it represents "the wounded healer" and today, it went into Pisces! While this means a whole new age of spiritual understanding that people will strive for, it also means a sense of victimization happens too. So for today, my big boohoo is that the second printing of my book won't be available until April 30th. So, for all of you who might of seen Tyra and wanted to order my book, hold tight. April 30th they will be available again!

Update: The book was re-released on April 30th, but subsequently sold out in two days on amazon...more info to come, and hopefully another date more will be available. Thanks for all you out there that care!

Sun enters Taurus

You can never be too beautiful.


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

New Moon In Aries

As I was saying...

Out of all the classic fairy tale princess, Snow White was always my favorite. Back in the day, this might of been the case because we both had black hair, but it also could of been that she was the only one out of the princesses to not have to suffer such a disturbing fate. Sure, her stepmother wanted to see her not just dead, but mutilated, as in her heart put in a box to prove she was dead, but compared to Cinderella who had to clean after her nasty stepsisters all day and be degraded by her evil stepmother or Sleeping Beauty, who was put into a coma, little Snow White had it easy. Lucky Snow White was spared death, then found a safe haven with 7 sweet little men that loved her like crazy, and together they sang and danced their nights away.

Back then (and a bit now), I honestly didn't know why the prince was a better trade off. Partying with friends seemed like a perfectly fine life. Sure, his kiss brought her back to consciousness, but after that she was taken far from her friends to live in a remote castle to live an abstract ideal that couldn't be explained thoroughly, other than a very vague and subjective "happily ever after." For me, she already seemed as if she was "living happily" in the forest. Why couldn’t the prince move near her?

Sure, fairy tales are all laden with stuff that is detrimental to the plight of women's rights, but the message found in ditching your friends and moving far away to be in his life was when the story soured for me. If the story could be re-written, he'd of kissed her, then helped avenge her misfortune to reclaim the throne due to her and then merged their empires to rule happily and justly ever after, and with all those dwarfs given a place high up in the court....but it isn't my f'ing story, so don't wait for the sequel. The end.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Saturn retrogrades into Virgo

Not this shit again.

In NYC tonight, it's one of the first summer-like nights of the season and the people are out macking on the pier, and all along the esplanade. Grossly enough most of the couples out there were of fat and ugly dudes with attractive women. I don't get it. Is love becoming that blind or has desperation burst through yet another glass ceiling?

I say viva your superficiality and paying attention to your senses, there are there to protect you.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Pluto goes retrograde in Capricorn

Didn't I learn that already?

When it comes to the planet of death mixing with the sign of structure, then it hitting the retrograde button, that means you hold on tight because if you don't know who you are and what you want, you could be in for some major turbulence. As it goes, people and situations will come out of the woodwork to trip you up, and you’ll have to fight your demons to rise above. While this will seem like a nearly impossible feat, since we are only human, keeping the eye on the prize is all you can do. Strive, succeed as much as you can and deal.

While certain days will be an upward battle that goes nowhere, or crashes you down harder than the day before, leaving you wondering why you even try and all you want to do is sooth yourself with whichever vice works quickest, all that is ever left is having to start again in some shape or fashion… Perhaps the roads you are trying really aren't for you or that you just went at it the wrong way… No matter, you have to keep moving ahead, because time is inevitable and if you try to sidestep it, it’ll always be the hardest route to go. It sucks. It’s rough and it’s thankless most of the time, but ahhhh, when things do line up perfectly and make you feel that god-like ecstasy, those are the moments you hold onto.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Mercury enters Taurus

Huh? Say what?

Slowness isn’t an excuse to get lazy. Instead, it’s about paying attention to the process and knowing your foundation — and the difference between smelling the flowers versus indulging in a void, because unfortunately, there is always a price to pay for too much of the latter. (…And void here = a lie.) So, lesson for today: keep it moving and you drop the chances of screwing yourself severely.