jules(as she is known to her besties) doesn't know where she came from. well, technically her mom and dad yes but as far as a homeland goes she was born in Brasil, moved to NY, moved to Florida, moved to CA, then back to NY, then back to CA, then back to NY where she feels the most at home and where she is now and has decided that's a good thing. jules likes music a lot. she also likes art, animals, reading, writing and rhythm. (not so much 'rithmatic) but she's got other strengths--
1. she can twist her tongue all the way around:) that's a 360 people, (but what do i know i can't do math..)
2. she knows lots of useless big words.
4. she has supersonic hearing. "stop talking about me i can hear you!"
3. she gotta lotta love
In case you're wondering, the video down there is one i worked on as an actor only. This is a fabulous band called LOVEDRUG that i worked with last fall! they rock! i'm just the chick who gets died on:)
It's Jeff, we worked together at Markt. This thursday is the kick off party for "Blackout Thursdays" at Fat Baby. great music, drink specials, all night party. Please stop by, it would be great to see you and it will def. be a great time.
what's up person i met in line at Trader Joes!!! music thing going well?? how's life way over thar in the east-lier area? anywho talk to ya never or l8r or whatever ;) Who needs acid when you have this:
1 - Can't wait to talk about your theory about... that thing you said. 2 - Comments are a good thing. I appreciate people who aren't ashamed of their cerebral meanderings. 3 - Anyone who pretends that they aren't a lemming is a poseur. Although lemmings are usually poseurs, too. Fuck it, we're all poseurs. That's all you're getting outta me at 3am.
Hey Juliana,
When you said folk I got a weird thought in my head of what it may sound like, for some reason I pictured an accordian. But now that I can put a name to it, I like folk music, your music is beautiful. By the way, your video debut was really cool, the video was a little sad, but cool nonetheless.
Stay in touch,
Tarana
