My Very First Blog!!!
03.29.05
Edie preparing for tour!
Sweet baby infant blog readers! The last time I wrote you was on Oscar Eve! Though I was not 100 percent correct in my predictions, suffice it to say that my knowledge and sparky wherewithal was enough to win the local Oscar pool here at Chez Sedgwick. I netted a clean $20 from the evening, not to mention seven minutes in the closet with a few folks who shall remain nameless. Oooooh...what a glorious partee...the champagne flowing, the HDTV sparkling, the stockings ripping. If only we didn't have to wait 11 months for another Oscar night!
But...we must all move on. We must all get down to work. As you read, I'm currently putting the finishing touches on my extensive US tour in support of my new record Her love is real...but she is not that will begin in NY this coming Saturday, 04.02.05. Yes, that's right -- I, Edie, will condescend to leave my beloved Isle of Manhattan to bring my revolutionary ideology to you and yours in the hinterlands of America, including such provincial burgs as San Francisco and Chicago. My travels will culminate in the reading of a rousing academic paper at the Seattle Experience Music Project Museum thing. As a true rock and roll innovator, let's just say my presence was required by certain high-placed individuals. I fully anticipate a red-carpet treatment and recommend that you all come and say hello!
Of course, I know all of all are wondering: "What is Edie doing when not making plane reservations and hotel accommodations? Has she abandoned her creativity?" Let's just say I've been exploring the roots of my celebrity expression as I prepare to make my next masterpiece, delving into classic filmed work of Ingmar Bergman, Jimmy Stewart, Katherine Hepburn, Alfred Hitchcock, and so on. Just tonight I viewed North by Northwest for the fortieth time. Though I'm not usually interested in men with wrinkled chins, let's just say I wouldn't mind riding Mr. Grant's! He could certainly hide in my sleeper car as the police were closing in! I would certainly be willing to crop-dust his face a bit with my own special pesticide! He could certainly crawl down my nose if I was Theodore Roosevelt on the face of Mt. Rushmore!
You get the idea.
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