Category: Video

A Little Video for Ya

While I’m finishing up the next post, you might enjoy this performance I did a few weeks ago at Barbés. I was asked to write a song for an uber-cool Bushwick Book Club performance — inspired by their book of the month, Schwinn: The Best Present Ever.

It includes my improvised tech-delay chit-chat.

You will soon discover that I’d never written a song before. But I did have a Schwinn growing up. So I think I nailed it.

xo,
Deb

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SAY something, already.

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(Not Justin Timberlake.)

I’m obsessed with the new Justin Timberlake single, “Say Something” — an acoustic, harmonic build of a song that inspires the heck out of me. I’m even trying to learn that rhythm on my uke, but I’m kind of a spaz. I’ll post a video below, but meantime here are some of the lyrics . . .

Everyone knows all about my direction.
And in my heart somewhere,
I want to go there. Still I don’t go there.
And everybody says, “Say something, then, say something. Say something, then, say something . . . ”

Trouble is, I deal with depression. Like, the icky, real kind of depression.

Jeez, I really didn’t want to admit that here. Pay no attention to the frightened girl behind the curtain! But some of my favorite people also deal with it, including my hero Rachel Maddow. Plus a lot of other cool peeps like Lady Gaga, Carrie Fisher (RIP), Kendrick Lamar, and pretty much any famous writer you’ve ever heard of, from Sylvia Plath to J.K. Rowling. Mine started in my 20s. Well, when I was a kid, it manifested as shyness — obviously I’ve cured myself of that! Now it’s an intermittent existential crisis that hits me in sloppy, irregular waves. Last week I felt like there wasn’t much of a point to anything; right now — after a weekend that included exercise, writing and fun social plans — I feel quite normal and happy.

PLUS: Tada!! I have a meeting today with the CEO of a place where I freelance, to pitch my creating and leading an Earth Day extravaganza for the company. Read More…

“I’m Dreaming of a Green Christmas…” (a video of yours truly)

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(My video is actually below.)

I’ve been watching a lot of cat videos lately.

Cute kittens frolicking with their mommies. Curious cats checking out newborn humans. Kitties playing with enormous dogs, or adopting baby ducklings. There are a LOT of cat videos out there. If you take a look at my YouTube history, you may want to do an intervention.

But sometimes I just need a break from this world gone bananas. Recent stories in the New York Times morning emails I receive often make me want to crawl back under the covers: The Republicans’ wickedly selfish tax bill was rammed through Congress. Trump cut a couple of national monuments in Utah by some two million acres. (Can you say “development”?) Of the 700 EPA employees who’ve quit since you-know-who took office, 300 were scientists and other pollution experts — and most aren’t being replaced. Plus more #MeToo news (or as I like to call it, #PussyGrabsBack), and Net Neutrality is kaput.

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Now do you understand my childhood crush? I mean, come ON, he’s sexy as hell, right?

At least I’m mostly over the death of David Cassidy. That’s another thing I was binging on: Partridge Family clips and songs. (I don’t think I’m pulling a Roy Moore here, since I basically reverted to my 8-year-old self for a while.) But I DID sing one of their songs in the house concert I had last weekend.

In better news, the tumor in my dad’s lung shrunk in half after his 12-week round of chemo, and he played paddle tennis every day on the long Caribbean cruise he and my mom just took; I’m hanging out in the SoCal ‘burbs with ’em now. Luckily their house didn’t burn down while they were gone, and the cough that my mom has had for the last decade or so was miraculously taken care of after my dad’s oncology nurse, Noli (he looks like a sumo wrestler in scrubs), insisted she get a chest x-ray. Plus I’ll see my adorbs nephew tomorrow.

Oh, who am I kidding, I’ve got a perpetual knot in my stomach from these bastards in Washington. My Dad is right there with me, although I STILL can’t get either of them to use fewer single-use items. ARGH! Dad, if you’re reading this, can you pleeease not use (and dispose of) a fresh piece of wax paper when you want to grate a little cheese? OMG.

ANYHOO, the whole reason I decided to post here on Christmas Eve is to share something FUN. In one of my very first posts, I included the lyrics to my environmental “White Christmas” parody . . .

Well, I updated those lyrics and sang the tune at the house concert last weekend. I wore my trusty plastic garbage bag. Please enjoy (and maybe keep in mind that my piano player had to cancel the night before)!

I have a confession, though: I think climate change may be my fault. (more…)