Go To Hollywood for Instant Results

Just got back from two days at the DIY Music Convention in Hollywood, CA. I'll post some in-depth analysis later, but suffice it to say that we drove down to L.A. and really acted as a "power family": While I was attending the excellent sessions on promotion, music publishing, film and video game music markets and major label vs. indie debates, my husband was out making connections. This meeting he arranged with Mike Myers (see above) may be the one that turns Jazzmérica into a household word!






Meanwhile, I posed provocatively outside Grauman's Chinese Theater. A movie premier was getting underway across the street at El Capitan theater, but the stars on the red carpet were sadly neglected as photographers whirled to focus on the pregnant woman just across the street. Later, I met with Sylvester Stallone, who surprisingly likes to hang out in Rambo garb just in front of the wax museum. He's a lot taller than he seems in the movies, and--get this--he's actually latino!





My five-year-old handled the paparazzi like a pro. Here you can see him toting his $5000 custom plush doggie and a designer wheeled suitcase. His stylist chose the soothing earth tones in his ensemble, part of a new line available this fall in major department stores.








Finally, it was off to Death Valley for a glamour shot set in the sizzling sand dunes. Dressed in KMart Maternity denim, I stole a page from Demi Moore and struck a victory for expectant singers everywhere with this groundbreaking image, soon to be posted on a highly trafficked blog and possibly considered by a bulemic, drug-addled art director for the cover of W magazine. Once my entourage had left, we trecked out to the highest dune and ate oranges. The whole expedition took about 2.5 hours, but our triumphant return to our rental car went undocumented. My husband laughed that no one was there to witness a five-year-old, an 8-month-pregnant woman and her overweight, smoking spouse return from their four-mile desert hike. Ah well. Fame is so fleeting.