now it's right in my face

With about 2 hours of sleep, I got a lot accomplished.
The good and the blah.

The Good!

The Blah.

watching me like you never watched no one

Here is the first review J&TY have received on itunes. It's not only quite an honor to be reviewed by a complete stranger (usually it's just our friends that take the time to do it), but to be reviewed with such eloquent and poignant language is truly a blessing. And absolutely blog-worthy. Behold the thoughts of Jeremy M!

Thanks, dude! Where ever you are!

are you my family?

It was about 62 degrees today. That's nice, but it's not good enough!
I'm still cold!

if I was smart I'd never call you again

Today didn't turn out exactly the way I had imagined it. I imagine it didn't quite go the way Jamie had expected either. When I think back on the evening on a whole, I think that maybe I should have driven. There's quite a few reasons why it might have been a good choice. Hmmm.. ;) Be that as it may, Nicole Atkins was just as good as I thought she'd be and more. She has such an incredible voice. I'm so jealous of her talent. Because it's not just a great voice. There's a lot of great voices out there. But it's just got this great raw edge to it. And she really knows how to write a song that displays it. I wish I could write a song that I could show more of my range than I have written. And considering this was the first time I saw her live, I'm happy to report that she's also got a great personality. She's cute, but sarcastic. Quick on her feet and intelligent. With so much talentless, produced bullshit around (even locally), Nicole is truly refreshing. And just when I couldn't love her anymore, she came out and did her cover of "Pissing in a River" by Patti Smith as an encore. Fucking amazing. I don't know what I was doing before I came home the night I "discovered" Nicole Aktins, but I'm glad I came in just when I did because had I come in at any other moment, I might not have ever seen her on Dave Letterman and I might be seriously missing out!

ps. Sorry you had such a havoc filled day, Jamie.

for all the good it'll do ya, you can die

Every year my cousins make personalized eggs for everyone in the family. I think they're probably a bit old to be making these, but considering the big deal their mother makes over them I guess I can see why they're still making them. One of these years they'll even spell my name right.

happy easter, bitches.

test.. 1, 2.. test...

I just wanted to see what this shit was like.

And since I did it, I guess I'll give a little 411 on this Amie Street site. It's a music community that's kind of different. I enjoy going there and checking out music. You can get some good deals because when you start out, everything is free, but as more people download it, the songs start becoming worth money - up to $0.98 or so. So friends, even if you have the album, go download it now for free and make the price go up! haha

you'll have to excuse me, the hunt is afoot

Gizmo and I are lazy. This crappy weather, unemployment, and life have us down. Well, mostly me. But it had Gizmo so down yesterday that he puked three times. Luckily, I'm just overcome with a sort of malaise. Just an emotion or a hunger type of malaise. Not something serious like cancer, cerebrovascular accident, or internal bleeding.

Hopefully with the coming of Spring and the possibility of a job on the horizon, I'll pull myself out of this rut I'm in and start feeling better. And I better start soon because J&TY have a Grand Ram Band Slam to win!

March 26th - Vote for us!

we were caught with our hands in the air

Things Happened on March 11th, 2008

These two mofo's had a birthday. They collectively turned 29. Is that an accurate statement? Or did they collectively turn 58? I don't know. Twins are weird. I don't know why I'm putting in my blog that they had a birthday as if they're my buddies. But it is something that happened on March 11th so it's alright. It counts. Sorry Johnny Knoxville, you did not make the cut. Don't feel bad, neither did Jimmy's dog, Sketch. I'm rambling.

Also, Jamie, Lisa, and myself found a Cosi, an Urban Outfitters, and an American Apparel on the same block in Philadelphia! And thus we celebrated by eating some Cosi. I could have and should have gotten a shot of Jamie in her brand spankin' new hat from UO, but I was too blinded by her beauty! I was afraid it would break my camera!

After our delicious dinner, we walked over to the World Cafe Live and showed support for Vince from Army of Me. He was there all by his lonesome. No Brad. No band. Just Vince. But he held his own. Played a lot of new jams and impressed us all. He also demonstrated how long it takes him to do anything and lied about his juggling skills. But more importantly, he told his friend Colin that I have a good voice. That I can "actually sing", unlike himself. (his words, not mine) I have been validated by someone I admire! Feels good, people! I can't deny it!

Then Jamie and I got back to the parking garage we left the car at and it was all locked up. I knew that the sign said it closed at 12:30 and I had been keeping an eye on the time, but somehow it took a bit longer to walk back there and by the time we got there it was already 12:35. But somehow we are the luckiest SOB's on the planet because as we're standing there by the gate a man pulls around and says, "do you need to get your car?" and low and behold, he let us in and we got the car and left. And bonus - we didn't have to pay! Our lives would have been so much more complicated had he not come around. Not to mention we would have been fined for leaving the car in there 24 hrs without a permit. So, really, we are so damn lucky. haha

Fin.



shit. That last part technically happened on March 12th, 2008. oh well.

believe me when i tell you i'll never do you no harm

My cousin, John, got married on Saturday. He's younger than my oldest brother and older than my other brother and now married. No pressure on my brothers. No pressure. It really shouldn't be any pressure considering my cousin, Katie, has two babies and is 4 months younger than me. Everyone has their own speed. My speed tends to be extremely slower than the average bear, it seems.


I don't mind weddings asides from the times that they play slow music. It's not like I'm sitting there pining for a man (maybe one in particular) or something. I don't weep to myself and wish I were married or anything. I just hate how I get left at the table all alone with my high school aged cousins so I feel not only awkward, but also like I'm sitting at the kiddie table. My brother was bold. He was going up to girls that were sitting alone and asking them to dance. Nobody did that to moi. Not that I really would have wanted them to. That would have been weird. I didn't even slow dance much at my senior prom with my boyfriend. Slow dancing is boooring. Maybe I'll grow to love it. I might like it if it's the right guy. Who knows.


Today some of the family came over to the house for a lunch/dinner thing. Linner. When I get up in the morning, it's terribly unsettling to hear the sound of my little cousin Alex's voice coming from the downstairs. People arriving early is so annoying. It definitely put me in the worst mood ever. haha But it went alright, I suppose. I actually played a lot with Katie's little baby, Autumn. She's just a cute little 5 month old that doesn't hardly cry and smiles a lot. I like them like that. I'm not going to like her anymore when she can walk and talk. She's in that good age where she's not too fragile to touch and aware enough of her surroundings to be amusing. Plus, Gizmo was freaked the fuck out by her so that was really amusing for me.


But the highlight of my weekend was definitely running into none other than WILL FERREL at the movie theater tonight. He's not a great coach, but he's a great promoter and you better believe that Jamie, Matt, and I tried to talk him into promoting J&TY, but it seems he's got his hands full having a new step-brother AND working for the NBA. He does it ALL. But I still want Steve Carell to be my best friend. But that's neither here nor there! Just know, Will Ferrel IS as awesome in person as he seems on screen! But somehow even taller than I imagined.

why should I care?

I don't have any pictures from the Coffee House Players All Star Show that I was apart of tonight, but I do have this awesome video commemorating J&TY's second radio success. So...have at it!

it's an even bigger day for me; employer of the bride

"You never know. I may have some emergency and need a ride, a woman, and a gps."

secret-secrets are no fun, sacred secrets hurt someone

I had a craptastic day today. I'm not proud of my adjective choice, but it's going to stick because I can't come up with anything better. Be that as it may, today sucked. It started out fine. The weather was hanging in there and maintaining some nicety and I had some good laughs at the expense of a few of the stupid men I know. After this, it starts to get hazy. Band practice got fizzled because of Nathan's sudden ailment and then Jamie took a shower and so I was left to my own devices. Tried to make use of all this spare time by practicing solo. And then some family came over and things just got more suck.

My grandmother arrived today from Texas to begin, well, living with us. So my Uncle John, Aunt Shirley and cousins Sara and Rachel came over to visit. Apparently Sara and Rachel were so excited about today they couldn't sleep. It's their grandmother. Not Santa Claus. I wonder how bummed they were when she just sat quietly and whined about having to eat dinner.

Anyway, my Uncle John has a way of really pissing me off. I just do not even try to bring up my band about them anymore. I always wind up getting hurt somehow so I just don't bring it up around this side of the family. But my mom can't help herself being that it's her brother and all. I mostly stayed out of it and sat in the living room with my Dad (which should go to show you how much I didn't want to be down there). But on their way out my Uncle stops and says, "Tell me the next time you play a show on a Saturday that isn't a kiddie show." I tried to control myself and not be offended by that comment so I said, "We don't play any kiddie shows. They're all for adults." So he says, "You played a show somewhere at a home or something.." and I said, "The Holly City Family Center is not for children. It's just the name of it. It's just a room with a stage.." and he says, "Well, that didn't sound very exciting." And I said, "None of our shows are exciting. They're all like that. I wouldn't know what show I should invite you to because none of them are going to be exciting" and he said, "Sooorrry" and all put his hands up like he was surrendering and I just wanted to scream.

If you're reading this and not getting why that upset me, I understand. I know it doesn't sound like a huge deal, but it just annoys me. When I was young, he was all about supporting my little music dream and taught me how to play "Hey Jude" on my first guitar. But when I started to record the music I wrote, all he had to say was that I "over sang" and since then it's just been either disinterest or subtle digs. I don't understand. I guess I shouldn't let it get to me, but it does get to me. Seriously put me in the worst mood.

In conclusion, today was craptastic. fuck it.

JeNell & the Yets on the radio?

We didn't win the Battle of the Bands, but we were on the radio. And wha?

pih-chow

edit: twice. we were on the radio twice!