Mild Weather Ponderings

This is my second day in LA. The mildness of the weather/vibe here is curing my New York soul subtly yet noticeably. I’m sitting outside listening to music and yet again, at the edge of my thoughts, tentatively touching upon the dream of relocating here. We’ll see.
My day was amazing. I met up with some media folks, some of whom came to my show last night, for interviews and meetings. It was great to hear feedback on the album and to hear people say they were able to relate to it. I also got an official release date, March 27th!! I nearly died when I heard the news. I am so excited. The music video for the single and title track “Eat Dirt” should be finished and out in a few weeks. I cannot wait for you to see it.
I’m meeting up with some friends in a few so gotta go get ready. Will write more later.
In the meantime I wanna know what your new years resolutions are and how your coming about accomplishing them! What are your new year rituals so to speak. Then I’ll let you know mine. I don’t really have resolutions per se, but around the end of the year I naturally start thinking about the year past and what I’d like to do and see happen in my life in the coming one.You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine! Write me at, or send me tweets/Facebook messages. Looking forward to hearing them!!


Music video shoot

The sun is coming up and its brightening over NYC. I got here around 6am while it was still dark outside. I’m sitting in the hair and makeup trailer getting ready to shoot my first ever bonafide music video.
Check out my facebook and twitter pages for updates and pics throughout the day! Kisses!

Trippity Traipsing

What’s worse than an empty email box: a dead body.

Why does love stink and hurt…in a delicious sort of way. Pain like it’s teeter-tottering on a fine line between pleasure, and the bad side of pain; fear. When, and if, it should ever turn into fear, after a certain level of trust has been broken, it’s not love anymore. But something sickening and twisted. Love lost, a shadow of love, an echo of something beautiful now shrouded in darkness and despair. The only thing worse than love lost is feeling others’ disappointment.

Last night was surreal.
I realized in how much shit I always get myself time and time again. I’ve been hiring a few guys from the “neighborhood” to help with renovations. One of the guys is called Tatoo. Here’s how retarded I am. So blind. I was waiting for someone to bring me money to pay “Tatoo” for 8 and 1/2 hours, while he paced back and forth in front of my store, and his woman cursed him out in spanish until from around 3pm to  11:30pm at which time I blanked out with the horror of preceding events, so don’t ask me what happened after that. Tatoos curfew is 7pm.

He trusted me. He trusted me to pay him on time. He broke his curfew. Everyone in the neighborhood laughed at him for trusting the new girl in town, who they laugh at daily for trying to open a store in this neighborhood whilst being a “girl”.

“Are you doing this all by yourself?” “You need a boyfriend for some support.” “Your running out of time.” “Dump the storefront, it’s a bad idea.” “The store is ruining your life.” “bwaahahahha.” “yeah Sue, sure we’ll get together and write, sure, anytime you want.” “The furniture industry is really struggling right now.” “The music industry is going down right now.” “Your not going to get your album back.” “You fucked it all up.” “Everyone has a breaking point, a chip and crack in their armor. What’s your chip and crack?” “When. Not If. Is someone or something going to come and be the final pummel to the exterior, tumbling all to ground in a heap of dry sawdust and dust.” “Laugh out loud, laugh out loud, laugh out loud.” I press my hands to my ears and rock back and forth. Which confirms everyone’s suspicions of me for the worst, they gape, mawn and fawn, trippity traipsing and saying I told you so.

I thought Tatoo was clanking his keys on the floor and the glass of my store for 5 hours. I was too scared to go anywhere. I don’t have my phone, because it was stolen a few days prior. I’m sitting inside getting more and more paranoid. I finally go outside and pretend to work on the storefront and realize that the sound I was hearing all along were the dominos clanging down on the rain warped table across the street by the people who play endlessly. All day long, day in day out. How can they afford to do that by the way? I look over my shoulder across the street, at the domino people, and everyone inside of “Raul’s Candy Store”, who are all sitting on fold out chairs facing away from me and watching something inside – either their grand leader, or a television screen spitting out novelas – and everyone in Raul’s candy shop all turn and look at me in beautiful symmetry and cadence. Their eyes glowing white and piercing through the middle of the night darkness, straight into my soul.

The lazy super of my building, who everyone curses out for doing nothing, turns into some kind of Godlike Guardian Angel, and takes some time out of his guardian angel watch on the building, to stand next to Tatoo, start talking to him to calm him down and loan me his phone.

I call over and over again. The person is probably in the subway, or something, but no answer. I probably call 50 times in the following 50 minutes. I look outside, everyone seems to be on some sort of “side”. There’s this side of the street, and that side of the street. There are guardians who are stemming the flow of evil, and evil people who are trying to break through the cracks. Break through the cracks and get me. And those other people are saving me by stopping them. But I don’t ever see those other people. I also trippity traipse around. Blindly stepping on toes; causing a ruckus of chaotic frenzy everywhere I go. Tipping over the status quo, breaking expensive vases, pulling someone by the hand past and into enemy lines, then breaking through defenses to come back to the good side again, letting the bad things in behind me. Swimming in and out of the facades and cute little neighborhoods, angry and happy, ugly and beautiful, just playing in the waves, the tidal waves of life, whithersoever I shall roam.

I hate it when people say something is beautiful when it’s really not. Especially while browsing through craigslist looking for random stuff. Seriously. Are you trying that desperately to sell that?

Hi everyone, sorry I’ve been out of the loop. I’ve been busy rehearsing the band for my new show and getting ready to go out on tour. We’ll kick things off with a performance at Rockwood Music Hall, tuesday July 12th, from 9-9:45 pm. I’ll be posting regular updates from now on.

I’ve also started another project in the east village, opening up a boutique custom furniture and home things store called “Homestead”.As some of you know, I grew up traveling with my family most of the time, and never really felt rooted anywhere. The store is my way to make a statement and do something else that I love, working with antique, reclaimed wood, and interior decorating. I guess it makes sense that I’m obsessed with houses since I’ve lived in so many of them through the years. My partner in crime in this is Daria Shaw, the ceramics artist. And yes, we’re doing everything ourselves. From designing and constructing the space, to the storefront, to the building of the furniture. I can’t tell you how many times in a day we hear, “Are you doing this yourself?” Yes, yes and yes. It’s quite fun.

I’ve also started a duo with the very talented singer/songwriter Ashley Selett. (
We’ve been writing together for the past few months, and the songs sound quite pretty if I may say so. I’ll post a song or two on my facebook page and or twitter account soon.

In the meantime, I miss you all and hope to see you in July. Email me at if you want to say hello.


The first one of something.

Today began with rehearsing for my show, and kind of ended the same. Actually that’s not true. I met my sister and helped her pick up this piece of furniture for her new place. It barely fit in my car. It was huge. Then I bumped into an old friend on the street. I hadn’t seen him in ages. We used our “bump” iphone apps. I literally made him download it on the spot because I wanted to “bump” so badly with someone. It’s this app where you bump your phones together and it instantly puts your contact info in the other persons phone. I’m obsessed with it.

I think I’ll roll my hair tonight like I did the other day. I could have had it styled professionally, but I couldn’t be bothered. I was rehearsing most of the day, and getting it styled takes up way too much time. I’d rather do music.

So tomorrow night is the gig. I am so excited. Not only is it the gig. It’s my going away party, the beginning of the Chronicles of Justice. It’s the beginning of a new day, it’s the first page of a novel, the start of a tale, the start of a friendship, a first kiss, a fresh notebook that hasn’t been written in yet, a new boyfriend or girlfriend, a new job, a new movie, it’s an all new life. It’s the first one. Don’t ask me what it’s the first one of. I just know it’s the first one of something.

The Chronicles of Justice

There are good things, and bad things, and there are some incredible things, and there are ridiculous things. At Michael Russiniks show, there was a woman performer who drenched herself in blood. I’m sorry my friends, I thought it was ridic. I mean come on. It wasn’t good at all. I want to be entertained. Like in the good old days. The days I never existed. Those were the days. The days of entertainment. Lady Gaga and Katy Perry are doing it nowadays. I love it. That’s great. That’s Entertainment. And that’s all that really matters. Entertainment! That’s why I’m moving to Los Angeles. The city of Angels. I’m driving there. And I’m chronicling the way.

Wow, nothing is working

lol, nothing is really working in my house. My printer is not working. My scanner is not working. I’m trying to upload an image to twitter, it’s not working. I’m at a loss because I don’t want to drone on and on, but it’s such an overwhelming joke all the things that are working horribly wrong right now…my new phone is also broken, I mean, broken. To the point that no one hears me. At all…

Oh well. it’s just one of those nights. I feel like I don’t want to punctuate properly. No one else does. Why do I have to capitalize properly and spell properly all the time anyway! grrr. lol All my apps are gone. Seriously gone, just disappeared into thin air! Now I can’t tweet from the road or facebook or anything. I’m sad. And it’s not letting me add them. I can’t add my 200 squats, or my Shazaam, or my Navy Seal Fitness, Or my Red Laser, Or my Tetris. I just have to let it go. I can’t tweet about my awesome day! And my secret show! And my secret Fan! And the pics I took!! Oh well, I’ll have to tell you about it another day then!

A night of painting the town Justice

Paint the town Justice – From the Subway to the Stage: Young and emerging artist Susan Justice fresh off the lilith tour is throwing an album pre-launch and sneak peak party. One night only, performing hits from her soon to be released cd.

Date & Place – Greenhouse. 212-807-7000. Monday August 23rd, 2010

150 Varrick St, Btwn Vandam St and Spring St New York, NY 10013

Doors open at 9pm, Showtime at 10pm. Open bar at 11pm