Storm's Space

Well, I hate to admit it, but I have jumped on a bandwagon of sorts. I’m not really a “joiner” type of personality, I usually watch trends come and go from the comfort of my own stubbornness.  But, there’s been a popular thing going around the mansion and a lot of LA, from what I understand.  So, I went out and I got me a cold.  A nice, snotty cold with a head full of OW and my brain suspended in some dull, gooey stupid juice.  Call me a poseur, but I just couldn’t let this little virus go by me without getting me a slice.

Today is my big brother John’s birthday. He is a big teddy bear of a foul-mouthed, long-haired rocker of ages and I adore him. He, my brother Henry, and I, bore quite a bit of burden growing up. Through all the drama of life growing up with a mentally ill parent…we all grew close and strong. John, especially, was a substitute dad for a spell – I even called him Dad once in while. Our father was trying to hold down the fort with three little ones, a job teaching and coaching high school kids, and a wife constantly in the hospital. I love my Dad SO MUCH and we have come so far in our relationship, but I dedicate this week’s blog to my big brother John. Maybe it’s not very rock n’ roll or cool…but at the moment I am sick in bed, thinking about my family and how lucky I am to be alive. John was my protector counselor and comic relief in the worst of times (not to be detailed here…) And I’m not certain that I would be as able to do what I do had he not been such a powerful force in my life. He smashed my Bee Gees records and made me listen to Kiss and Led Zepplin, Aerosmith and The Who. He was always in a band, and all the girls I grew up with were in love with him. When mom died suddenly a little over a year ago, he gave a stunning eulogy replete with tears, laughter, the book of Job, and Monty Python quotes. My brother John rules.

When I was really down, recently, the stress was getting to me…Dilana gave me a card to cheer me up and it said, “The most beautiful flowers had to grow through a lot of dirt before they became so beautiful.” OK – now I’m all snotty and crying…Happy Birthday JERN ! Your little rockstar sister loves you! XO.

PS: All that drama last week with Dilana? Please know that she is an awesome lady and I love her.  Dilana is a friend and I stand by her – she did nothing wrong. Let’s all get over it, and XO….Move on to the ROCK!

Well, my butt has stopped stinging from the spanking that I got last week. I know the boys hated it, but I must say- I still had a blast doing it. There is such an emphasis on fighting for songs- “FIGHT! FIGHT!” I’m a scrapper when the chips are down, or someone needs me to stand up for them. I will also straight up box someone who grabs me uninvited… Anyways- my first interest is in peace and taking care of my people.

I have said all along that I can sing anything and I stand by it. I want to challenge my tastes and range. I’m more of an old school punk rocker, so the song choices all have their own challenges for me.

I want to say that Dilana did a killer job with Supernova on Wednesday. I was so proud of her. I love her so. I love everyone here- I really miss little Zayra, but I know her career is already firing up outside the mansion walls.

It could possibly cost me this competition, to care so much about my fellow contestants, but that’s who I am. At the end of the day I will sleep soundly with my life full of friends and a heart full of love. Whether or not I have a wall of platinum discs, I drive myself to be the best I can be, and that’s enough for me.

Wow! What a corny rhyme! If my confidence in myself and compassion for others cost me the grand prize- I think I can live with that. No one can ever tell me that I did not give me 1000%- it’s all I know how to do. Win or lose, I am excited to see how this shindig winds up…see you out there.

Early morning. I’m sitting in the pale morning light by the big marble pool staring at downtown Los Angeles. What a gorgeous spread this mansion is. Things get tough and intense, but every so often, at least once a day, I can find a quiet spot to take stock of this experience. I usually start every morning in the sunroom with my tea or coffee, staring north, meditating and sending my love home-ward. Today it’s by the pool, in the cool morning, listening to doves and distant church bells down the hill. At this point- the top ten of us are feeling pretty good about our achievement thus far. We all agree that we have done our best and represented ourselves truly.

My dad came to a taping recently and assured me of that- he was most proud of the fact that no matter what was happening on the show, I was being myself. That’s so important to me (To Everybody). I know for a fact that I am good enough to front Supernova-it’s just a matter of their personal opinions- and collective opinions as a band. Finding a band member-especially a frontman-is so incredibly personal. A new band of huge name musicians, seeking a previously little or unknown mouthpiece, with millions of fans and dollars at stake. They better have chops, experience, even temperament, looks and the whole 9 yards! At this point in the game…that’s most of us- so Supernova has to figure out what kind of mouth they want for a face. No matter how this thing ends up for me, from where I sit, on the patio of a big Mediterranean style mansion taking in the gorgeous view of this vast city, I can easily say, it’s been a royal blast.

It was a tough couple of days for me this last week. Josh and Jill went up the hill to fetch a bucket of whoop-ass. They both were two of the best singers here, but were both sent home on wed. It was tough.

But…next thing you know we leave bound for Las Vegas Baby! I’ve never been-only driven through Vegas before. What better way to hit Sin City than a private jet full of Rockstars, land at the Hard Rock Hotel and party my face off? I don’t really party hard like some of my pals at the mansion- I’m no stranger to inebriation- but I wanted to see and do everything without being too wasted to remember the adventure. I had a couple cocktails, but mostly I drank water, took vitamins, and marveled at the pageantry of hedonism that sparkled in the the reflected light of the mirrored walls. OK Vegas. I got in a few tussles. See, the way I like to party, is to be fairly sober, and people-watch. Oh baby there is some major people-watching in Vegas!! I also like to wrestle…girls, boys-whomever. I don’t fool around on my boyfriend, so I vent my pent up mojo by throwing giant men on the floor and holding their heads in a half nelson declaring: “I am the man”! So I wrassled a few boys at the party. And boys… don’t feel bad that I kicked your ass. It’s only because I thought you were cute.