Starved For Your Attention... starved for your attention

Oh San Francisco, how I love thee.

So it's been A few days since I arrived, and I've done so much already! In many ways it all feels like a dream.
Flights on the other hand weren't such a dream. It's a lot harder to get comfy when you don't know the person next to you, and feel afraid to move for fear of disturbing them.

But after a 12 hour flight, a 2 hour delay, and a 1 hour flight, I made it.

I can't really be bothered to make this an eloquent post so you're just gonna get the bare headlines. Apologies.



The Golden Gate bridge was covered by the morning fog when we (Aunty Doris, my cousins Kaelyn and Nalei, and myself) drove across it, but it was beautiful nevertheless and after an hour or so of chilling at the other side it cleared up well. Tres belle, and helped it hit home that I had really arrived.



Went into downtown San Fran yesterday and caught the tram down and around to the pier. Such an awesome ride, with such great views of the city. Had a lot of fun hanging on to the side, although the wind decided to play havoc with my dress at times. Forward planning next time :/
I took a video returning from the pier which gets some really good views along the way. Unfortunately I didn't know that you can't hold the camera at a portrait angle for taking video. Another thing to remember for next time. Here it is anyway:



It's been amazing so far, and I'm so grateful for my American family looking after me - and humouring me - so well.

It is strange being in a city so large. The crowds are a constant reminder that I am certainly only a visitor to this beautiful city. A little overwhelming, for sure.

Stationary Stationery

Haven't written for a while.

It would be nice to report that I had actually found a life or got a new hobby or something, but no.
I got a twitter.
That's about all I've done.

America is coming around fast though, so I've been doing a lot to set that up. Roadtripped to Aucks with Davy, DP, and Dani; stayed for a couple of nights at a family friend's house and queued at the US embassy for about 2 hours.
And now it's just 26 days to go!!! And still so much to prepare...

Musicwise I'm still on the BTR train. Downloaded The Covers by Sam Tsui yesterday.
And stole a lot of new tunes from Davy's computer, which I'm yet to test drive. And going on a planning rampage trying to see as many live shows in America as my limited bank balance will allow!

That's all.. so I'll
Say goodnight and go.

You don't have to put on that red light

So it turns out I'm a music slut.

You know...
See something, get all hot over it, pursue madly, get in deep with it all, lose interest, because some other good looking thing has just walked past, put my object of lust on the back-burner with all the others.

Slut :(
And not too happy about it.
But it's time to face the truth.



This week my musical crush (and personal, perhaps) is Big Time Rush, and boy band... kinda... based on a tv show of the same name, on Nickelodean. Very simple, catchy songs. Good voices and understated harmonies.

And yes, again, I am in love.

How could I not be?!
(slut mentality reenters)

Very, very talented boys. Very, very sexy boys. So yep, definitely my latest personal crush also.

Very, VERY sexy boys.

But I haven't forgotten my past lovers!

The Ten Tenors still serenade me to sleep each night, and I frequent Jordan Pollard's page perhaps a little too much. Once I have sorted all these travel fees and rebuilt my bank balance, first thing on my shopping agenda is that album. That beautiful, beautiful album of Mr Pollard's.

UC Men's Octet is my general happy viewing still, Damien Rice my wailing music, Anberlin my driving/ walking/ travelling music, Sigur Ros for the magic moments, Westlife for everything, Death Cab for pondering,
Copeland... Coldplay... Imogen Heap... Family Force 5.

I really don't mean to desert my faithful lovers. I guess I just fall easily.
And eventually I return, even if it is with another man in tow.

But is it wrong?
Morally and all that. Musically.
To find new loves and fall quickly, madly, deeply.
Is it?

Because, I gotta admit. I kind of enjoy this sluttiness.
Really like it.
Couldn't think of a better way to do it.

Because the only other option I can see is to chose your two or three bands and steadfastly, loyally support them and ONLY them, and everything else can jump off a cliff for all I care.

That, or have a general disposition of apathy. Oh, yeah that's alright... maybe I'll listen to them again sometime... whatever.
Which doesn't truly count as living in my head. Flatline.




Well, I'd rather be a slut than a bitch. Or a vegetable.

Sincerely,
Roxanne

Recovering tectonic, trembling, you get me every time

mmmmmmmmmmusic

mmm....

Still not over The Ten Tenors show. "Still" I say, like it's ever gonna happen.
But it was amazing. Very amazing. And so I suppose it deserves me not getting over it. And of course, I wouldn't want any of you out there in cyberland to miss out on the experience. My internet is on the go slow, so I can only give you links

Alors. Voici une vidéo de mes dix beaux hommes:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKSkPv7OxqQ&feature=related

Check out that Jump!!!!! Epic.



And here is another, just because they are that incredible...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKZxh636MGQ

This one - arms of an angel - is my newest falling asleep vid. It serves as the most beautiful lullaby EVER. My flatmate and I are in disagreement as to which voice we like better, the 1st or 2nd. Obviously they are both amazing (to the point that I nearly cried); that goes without saying. I am championing voice 2's cause. Because he made me gasp, and he is beautiful. And I haven't heard a voice that pure in forever. And I love him.

Is that a bit far? Dammit, I can't help it. The world should have noticed that I can't resist boys who can sing. They are my kryptonite. KRYPTONITE, I tell you! So it's not my fault. It's theirs.


Anyhoo, this particular beautiful boy who can sing - number 2 - has a name. And a debut solo
album also. His name is Jordan Pollard, and wow. One word summary right there: wow.

Wow to the voice
Wow to the face
Wow to the hair
Just wow.
♥♥♥

Ch-ch-check him out at his website here
Do it.

I wonder if famous people Google themselves. I would *cough*have*cough*.
I like being told I'm amazing, even if I never know how to respond. I guess if people keep saying it just for the sake of saying it, that might get old, but sincere, heartfelt compliments and encouragement truly cannot be beat.

So on the off-chance that any of the Tenors come across this (esp. you, Mr. Pollard), YOU ARE AMAZING AND I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU. Actually.


OH!!! And news that I simply cannot keep to myself... (and which I haven't kept to myself - it's plastered over all of my friends' Facebook walls)...

I'm going to see UC men's Octet live!!!!
I know!!!!!!!! How freaking crazyepicawesome is that?!
I emailed them a while back to find out if they had any shows over the summer break, and Keith - who is the current business manager - emailed back to say, sorry not at the moment but maybe something will come up later.

Turns out something DID come up! Last week I get an email saying something along the lines of "if you're still gonna be in California, then maybe we can organise a show for when you're around, since we were gonna try and get something sorted during that time anyway". Pretty much.
Pretty much EPIC!

♥ Thank you Keith!! ♥

I say again, I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU GUYS, BECAUSE YOU AMAZE ME. Actually.

But I'm soooo very very gutted, cos it looks like 5 of the 09-10 Octet group are leaving! 5 of 8!!!!
Frig!!! I love this group so much, and I'm sure I'll like the newbies, but heck! I LOVE these boys, and they're leaving me?! I am distraught.

So I'm thinking they should do a reunion tour sometime.... in New Zealand. Yes. Then I might be okay.

So. Alors, alors.
I'll admit it.

I have a crush.
On eight guys. No, wait, EIGHTEEN guys.

And quite honestly, if certain ones were to just appear at my door right now and propose, I would not hesitate to accept.

Not for a second.

mmmmmmm.... eighteen beautiful reasons to love music.