Wednesday, October 21, 2009


I don't know what happened to me in the last 365 days... but this year I've developed a thriving passion and appetite for cupcakes. I mean I've always liked them, who doesn't? Anywho my general appreciation of cupcakes has transformed from casual cupcake eater to straight up cupcake-aholic. In my travels I will ofen use my "around me" app to find the nearest bakery or cupcake shop and then walk a mile, sometimes two to get myself a dang cupcake. Perhaps at this point I am searching for the worlds... (or at least the nations) best cupcake.

I would argue, that I have already found it, and it's basically in my backyard (Studio City). Now taste is absolutely subjective, but I would challenge anyone to find a finer cupcake then the those found at Big Sugar Bakery. And let me tell you why... unlike many other fancy cupcake shops, Big Sugar keeps it classic, simple and not overdone... for instance, the ratio of cupcake to frosting is absolutely perfect and balanced. In my opinion, an overwhelmingly massive glob of frosting can most definitely ruin the experience... if I see a castle of frosting on top of the cupcake, you can be sure that I am going to have to bulldoze it with a napkin and throw the excess in the trash... really that much frosting is just a waste and completely unnecessary. Big Sugar understands that while cupcakes should look good, they should taste taste good too... in fact they should taste even better then they look, and they do. Honest to goodness, take one singular joyous bite out of a big sugar cupcake and you'll find yourself wondering if that is what it would taste like if you just took a bite into a fluffy cloud, a delicious red velvet cloud, (or chocolate or vanilla cloud) made of the lightest and freshest cake, topped with frosting that was delivered on the wings of angel babies from heaven. I'm dramatic yes, but lie to you I could not, it's the truth, and when one discovers truth that makes life a little sweeter, that truth is meant to be shared. amen.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


I think it might be safe to peg L.A. the dog capital of the world. In my six years of living here, I've tried to understand why people are so obsessed with their dogs. I mean don't get me wrong, I love dogs, we had them growing up... when Shadow died in the fifth grade it shattered me, and then we had Shaq, a very large friendly dog that we rescued from the shelter, he jumped on the trampoline with us, and when we went to get our family portrait we thought it would be a good idea to bring him along to be in the photo... until he decided he needed to go potty and hosed down the back drop. When he passed away we were all deeply saddened. Point being, we truly loved our dogs, but they did not wear juicy couture or eat a special vegan diet, then again nor did we humans:). They were our backyard playmates that were generally not allowed in the house, but we brushed there shiny coats, refilled the water bucket and fed them dog food. However since I've moved out, and we have our own home in California, we have yet to own a dog, or have really felt a strong desire to have a dog...

And then Roxy came along... oh and she is so much more than a dog, she is nearly a person. I love her, and whenever I go "home" to Arizona to visit the fam, she kills me with her cuteness. She is a princess and she kinda knows it. My brother posted this unbelievably awesome video of her doing the "Thriller" dance, I'm telling you... she's special. She is adored in the White House, for obvious reasons of course. She even gets to come inside... she is hypoallergenic:)

As well, while we were on the road for the west coast tour, my tour mate Michael Johns brought along his little pup "David Puddy" for a few days. Puddy is a French Bull Dog, and he's also a little lover. One night after a particularly rough show, I went back on the bus to have a few quiet moments to feel sorry for myself and get over it... and then here comes David Puddy, he hopped up on the seat and crawled right into my lap, licked my face and laid his head on my tummy. I was so overcome with his sensitivity towards me... he just, knew. There is a reason that they have taken on the title of "man's best friend". I am gone, a lot... and taking care of a dog involves a decent load of responsibility, but I dunno... I think I want a dog. I think even Dave is considering... we'll see:)


"I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling... looking for something, what can it be?" are the sentiments of Joni Mitchell in her song "all I want". I feel like I can relate to these words more than ever as it's been a long while down a lonely road. Am I alone? No... not really, but often times I am called to set out on my own to accomplish... something... what can it be? From airport to airport, city to city, stage to stage I find myself asking the same question "what am I doing here?" At one point in time I think I knew... Lately, I'm not so sure.