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Im in Nashville Today.

Live music everywhere.

A fine city.

It's one of those days that reminds me of who i am, and where i came from and what i have achieved.

I feel grateful.

I needed today.

ALREADY??????????????????????????

Obsession;

The domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

Story of my life.

My constant obsessing makes me insane and broke.

Life is too short!

Literally.

God.

I don't know much about this person, but i sure seem to visit him a lot on my travels.

Birthday.

There was no cake.

But, there was Fendi and there were diamonds.

And then, eventually........ (like a day late) there was cake. And men on their knees singing.

Im still too busy.

Im too busy to blog.

Home time.

Although for sad reasons, i got to spend a good amount of down time in Australia.

I have one day left.

I plan on filling it with knitting, burgers and eggs, Koala's, Kangaroo's and photo taking.

I must not leave with out updating my mothers music collection. I feel it my responsibility.

Im still listening to The Black Keys, The National and Karen Elson. I can't stop.

I have recently rediscovered the Allan Brothers, The Staples Singers, Belle and Sebastian, Hank Williams, and The Band.

I just got myself some good Aussie music.

Angus and Julia Stone, Little Red, Children Collide, Violent Soho's, Little Birdy, Washington and the JSB's (I swear they will be a big deal. I just watched them play to 6 people in a crap venue, and it was like i was watching a stadium act, but way better)

I have a big flight from Melbourne to Dublin.

I shall make the most of my alone time before heading into the whirlwind that is my life.

My life that i love.

I'm braggin'

Yes this is me.

Yes this is MB.

Yes this is Paul McCartney.

And yes, he is reading my journal,

And yes i was horrified.

Disappear world.

Is it okay to want to wear really ugly flip flops, never put on make up, do nothing except answer the door to a Starbucks delivery?

I would really like that about now.

Calgary. Home soon. Kinda.

Note to self.

Calgary is full of men similar to that of the Australian man. Don't leave your hotel on your own wearing heels and a short jumpsuit.

I haven't blogged because i am lazy. I haven't blogged because i have been busy. Really busy.

I have come to terms with the fact that i may just be busy for the rest of my life.

Im okay with it. I like my life. I like being busy.

The last month has been a total blur. I was in Vancouver very briefly before heading to Australia very briefly.

And then it was straight in to full blown busy as shit work mode with my favourite lingering feeling. Jet Lag.

For those of you who have never had it. You're lucky.

And for those of you who have had it and have gotten to lay on the beach for the week it takes you to get over it. Eff you!!

We are touring MB's homeland so there is a lot to do during my days. This is the first opportunity i have had to shut my door, wear my bathrobe, watch bad TV, listen to my music and stuff my face with junk.

I should call my Mum!!!!!

We have a day off tomorrow. I am going to go bike riding.

Soon i will sleep in my own bed for a few nights and it will be wonderful!

ps. 'Scott Pilgrim V's the World', is the worst movie ever. Both MB and i fell asleep.

pps. I love Tom Waits.

Paul McCartney

Honestly i am speechless.

Words can not describe the experience i had meeting him.

He read my journal, touched my hair. Totally flirted with me.

The guys is pretty smoking for a 68 year old.

I will remember the moment forever.

The show was a total religious experience. People were beside themselves. I have never felt more love and respect in one room. Blew me away.

I adore LA

My visit was fleeting, but wonderful all the same.

How can you not love it. Everyone is always out and about, delicious mexican, wicked shopping, good parties, great music, and killer weather.

Im sold!

I am on my way to Australia.

Leaving the sunshine and summer fun, for the Aussie winter, my family and ridiculously cool friends.

Unfortunately it's not the visit i'd like to be having, but it will be great to breathe my homeland.

I'm flying Air New Zealand. Damn, they are nice. Pretty rare find in this industry.

I gotta get back to loading my ipad with some fun things to watch. Im flying this one old Holly style.

Buy this record. It's so great.

I am the music man, i come from down you way.

NEW ORLEANS!!! yes please.

I had the perfect night out.

I was keen to get out and see what it was all about. It wasn't easy to drag people along, which i thought was strange.

When i got to Bourbon street, it made sense why.

I ended up with MB and a bunch of my road buddies singing and dancing to the dual piano playing pandemonium.

It was craziness in the greatest way.

I left a married woman full of Margaritas.

Long story.

New Orleans

I am in a city i have always wanted to visit and i haven't even been outside today.

LAME.

I will have to go out and party it up for an hour after the show.

In Pensacola thinking of the old days.

I feel like i am in Australia right now.

I am somewhere on the gold coast, Surfers Paradise maybe.

I went for a little walk today to clear my head. I ended up finding a spot by some rocks. I sat for 2 hours and thought about my life, my family, my friends, the things i have, the things i left behind, the things i want.

Life is complicated. Holy eff!

As i sat there i could almost take myself back 2 years ago.

I lived in St Kilda. I'd ride my cool vintage bike to the beach and sit there till 2-3am in the morning thinking about all the same things i thought about today.

How ironic.

Dream on dreamer life gets in the way...

Why do i keep having such random dreams.

Let me tell you about last nights.

Background info:

There used to be this guy i kinda liked. I barely think of him anymore let alone speak to him.

So i arrive at home after a day of work, park my car and check the mail. (This is already weird as i am rarely home to do any of those things.)

I have a package. A big one apparently. And it says URGENT.

I get back in my car and head to the post office to collect it.

It's a FRICKEN BABY!!!!

A baby that the dude i used to like sent me! In the post!

No note, no instructions, no name, no toy nothing.

He sent me a kid and he doesn't even like me in my dream.

What does that mean?

And deep breath.

In through the mouth and out through the nose.

I was going to vent about my latest peeves till i discovered today's meditation.

'A positive attitude'

"I want to be free of negativity. Today, i will speak and act positively"

So...... I've put on a pretty dress, and my head phones and am listening to Santogold while drinking coffee. My insides are dancing.

No negativity here!

Gambling Woman.

I kick arse at this roulette thing.

Well.....

if winning $150 in 5 mins and walking away means kicking arse then i do.

I have never really been into gambling at all. I remember as a kid waiting by the table for my Dad to hurry up so we could go home already. I can't say i have fond memories.

We are doing shows at the Mohegan Sun Casino. Is pretty lame unless your into to smoking while drinking and gambling while your kid runs around eating ice cream.

Its also July 4th weekend. I don't think there will be much chilling out going on.

These days my Dad always tells me to put some $$ on his favourite number.

So i did.

About 7 times.

It never came up the entire time i played. Lucky i have my own favourite numbers.

Can some please teach me 'self discipline'

Myself is really tired of myself making promises and not keeping them.

Stop promising you'll got to the gym!

Stop promising you won't eat dessert as a meal.

Stop promising to not eat 2 servings of dessert!!

Stop promising to not buy more shoes, more clothes.

Stop promising to save money.

YOU'RE A LIAR!!!!!!!!!!

I want freedom!

"Self-discipline is a form of freedom. Freedom from laziness and lethargy, freedom from the expectations and demands of others, freedom from weakness and fear-and doubt. Self-discipline allows a pitcher to feel his individuality, his inner strength, his talent. He is master of, rather than slave to, his thoughts and emotions.

H.A. Dorfman

The mental ABC's of pitching.

Oh i wish i had somewhere to wear this!

This is a piece from Nasir Mazhar. He is a maker of the Lady Gaga headpieces.

He's crazy and i love it.

You want one too right?

oh dear.

This is pretty entertaining.

http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/

Its hot. Its cold.

Tour begins again.

Mid west.

EFF ME.

Sunshine.

Air conditioning.

Thank god i stocked up on some proper deodorant while recently in Europe. North Americans should be stinky cause their deodorant sucks.

Its soooooo hot.

I made the most of it yesterday. It was pretty much the most amount of summer i have had in 2 years.

Margaritas, mexican food and men. Haha.

woooooooohhoooo

I am making music, and it' so much fun!!!

This would make me so happy.

Michael Buble for GQ/Smirnoff Black Most Stylish Man of 2010 Award.

Hell yehs.

Email here to nominate him.

I think it would make me a rockstar.

Europe tour leg soundtrack.

Go buy them all.

Willie Nelson - Teatro

I fell asleep to this every night.

Bob Dylan - Time out of mind

Bluesy Bob.

She and Him - Volume one

Sweetness.

The New Pornographers - Together

My indie rock fix.

Louis Prima - Captiol Collections

Swings like crazy.

Erykah Badu - Return of Amerykah

I love this lady.

Bon Iver - For Emma, forever ago.

I would marry his voice.

Favourites.

Who have i become??

This product is incredible.

I just cleaned this shit out of my house and it gave me GREAT pleasure.

At what age do you turn into your parents???

Future Reference

Things is learnt on the Europe tour leg for my brain bank.

1. Drinking hurts your head.

2. 19 pairs of shoes and 6 handbags in a suit case is too many.

3. Don't send your laundry out in Switzerland. 80 euros is too much for clean underwear.

4. BYO gluten free food in Germany. Sausages and Beer won't cut it.

5. Wear jeans in Italy.

6. Always take a map from the front desk.

7. Don't plan for a truck stop burger. They don't exist.

8. Brace yourself at all time while on moving bus. Bruises are not attractive. Especially between your eyes.

9. Just because your in Paris doesn't mean you have to walk the entire city in heels just to look pretty.

10. Worse thing about not having a boyfriend on the road is trying to do up my suitcase everyday on my own.

11. If you don't want to inhale cigarette smoke while eating, don't eat.

12. Bus dance parties are amazing and dangerous.

13. Tyrpp hotel in Oberhaussen is weird.

14. A flip camera is golden.

Alcohol.

Its like a lover.

It makes you do things you wouldn't normal do because your insides are all fuzzy with overwhelming happiness that makes you feel on top on the world and invincible.

Until.

You wake up the next morning to find it all really no sot worthwhile.

My head hurts.

And my arse is on the world wide web.

Eff.

That hire a boyfriend service would come in real handy right now. I need some painkillers and breakfast.

my funny friend

Check out leah's latest update.

One of those arses may belong to moi.

www.keepinitleal.blogspot.com

Dial a dude

I either need to starting lifting weights or get a boyfriend.

It's kinda unfair to have expectations of a partner right?

Like, it would be bad for me to only want a boy friend to help remove my patio furniture, take out my recycling, put all my heavy work gear in my car, cook me food after my days work, buy me bottles of wine all while i sit on the couch......... ????

I think a hire boyfriend service is the way to go.

No feelings would be hurt because he knows what is expected of him. It's his job.

You pay him with cash (obviously) and he leaves. There doesn't even have to be conversation if you don't want.

Its really just about the muscles of a man.

Anyone want to be my bitch?

I've seen fire and i've seen rain.

You will be pleased to know (at least i think you will be. Well, i hope you will be) that i am working on a music project.

Bout time i get of my lazy singing arse and do something productive.

Gonna be fun.

Im excited.

Vancouver is really kinda cool for motivation right now. The sun is shining and life is good.

Vancouver. Rain. Sun. Music and treats.

Home time for Holly.

It always feels strange for me to come 'home' to Vancouver.

I hear everyone on the tour talking about how they are going home and to their families, and homes, and gardens....

Me, I come home to my wardrobe.

It sure is fun.

But i do wish that i was going home to Australia when everyone else goes home.

Day 1.

Outfit number 1.

High heels + underwear + dressing gown + straw hat.

ahh random.

Outfit number 2.

Wide leg crazy 70's jeans + tank

mmm fairly normal.

Day 2.

Outfit number 1.

Leggings + old man tee.

Outfit number 2

More heels, with socks + stripy loud Vintage shirt + shorts.

Outfit number 3

Black boots + back pants + black lace cropped cap sleeve top

Outfit Number 4

black stockings + skorts.

Outfit number 5

Grey wool school pant + mesh shirt.

REALLY??

All day.

It gives me a head ache.

I dress up.

I dress down.

I change my mind, i change it back.

If you could only know how hard it is to be me in the morning. One outfit. Why is that so hard for me.

I don't know why, but having the right outfit becomes so important to me when i am home. Even if its my chilled out look. I still feel the need to style myself 'chilled out'.

I barely left the house on day one and two.

Who am i?

Sleepless in Belgium.

It has taken at least 3 hours to upload these photo's.

The internet is more temperamental than i am!!

I ended up having a fight with the guy at reception. He told me if my internet wasn't working in my room then i should go out to the hallway and see if it works.

And then what? Sit there in my underwear.

Fool!

I have been laying in bed for hours trying my hardest to sleep. I have to be up at 5am.

Gulp.

It hard to go to sleep ready to wake up close to the time you normally go to sleep.