I'm Pam Newman.
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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
On the next episode of Bishoujo Sailor Crazy Eyes… “Kawaii Gowns for the Emmy Awards? SUGOI!”
I had a fantastic night, tonight at the Chill 4 Change.
I may have danced for 3 hours straight. Life is incredibly good, fyi.
PS: My earrings say “Fly girl,” my necklace says, “Fly girl.”
A weak labor market already has left half of young college graduates either jobless or underemployed in positions that don’t fully use their skills and knowledge.
Young adults with bachelor’s degrees are increasingly scraping by in lower-wage jobs – waiter or waitress, bartender, retail clerk or receptionist, for example – and that’s confounding their hopes a degree would pay off despite higher tuition and mounting student loans. -
We need to be talking about this.
My BFF’s ex-girlfriend is a certified psychologist in the state of new york, and last year was living in Brooklyn. She is also an awesome person.
So, last year, she was working FOUR JOBS, two as a contractor doing actual clinical work, one doing some kind of administrative role and the last job was A PART TIME NANNY. She had 3 roommates, and was still scraping by in new york city as a woman with a fucking PHd. Why? Because she had hundreds of thousands of dollars in private student loans, on top of the living expenses incurred when living in the 5 boroughs.
If this woman with a doctorate in the health care industry was suffering, think of how people with associates degrees, BA’s & BS’s are doing?
My bff has a MS in social work and is a therapist for a living, and even SHE is scraping by in Philadelphia.
Something’s gotta change.
I read some news about Occupy Louisville from our lawyers, and some work related stuff too.
I ALMOST REPLIED TO BOTH EMAIL THREADS, and then I remembered:
I promised myself at least, “24 Hours of Not Really Doing Shit Christmas,” and breaking promises is not a nice thing to do.
I closed the Gmail tab and didn’t do shit.
I have been a busy little bee lately.
If there is an e-commerce page being published somewhere today that doesn’t have something I wrote on it, they must have slipped that through the cracks. I’ve been writing like crazy so that I can have some extra money for grocieries, paying bills and buying a new pair of headphones. (Major furious fist-shakes to Coby, btw)
There has also been a serious rampage on my part of contacting music magizines and blogs. I’m spreading the word about my single, We Party Cause We’re Alive, and you know… the fact that I, Pam Newman, do indeed exist. If you know of a music blogger that features unsigned artists, hit me up in the place I have for queries, and let me now where I can find them. This also applies to you, music tumblr keeper-uppers.
I’ve got music practices this weekend, and a bunch of songs I need to work on completing. I am looking at scheduling a gig soon, too! It feels like it’s been forever, but the wait has been worth it, because I found some pretty cool bros to make tunes with in front of excited faces.
Next month, I’ll be hosting another Musician’s Roundtable at University of Louisville, presented by Awesome Every Day. It’ll be on October 15th in the SAC. I will post more about it here and on the official Pam Newman Music Facebook jawn.
As for right now, I could totally go ninja on some tacos, but I am in the process of making some breakfast food I made vanish instead. I see nachos in my near future. My chip/cheese content is seriously low. That stuff seriously fuels my creative muscles.
"Artists are lazy."
People who say/think that have clearly not known an artist who was actually in the process of making their craft their profession.
In order to be a successful performance or visual artist— or even a writer— and make a living at it, you really have to work hard. You will also take a lot of flack from people who work at “normal jobs.”
This is exactly the same thing I experienced as a child. I was home schooled as a little girl for a bunch of reasons, but mostly because I was extremely smart and also Black. My mom worked twice as hard as all the other moms because she had to be my teacher too.
When I was like eight or nine and kids asked me what school I went to, I replied, “I’m homeschooled.” Kids would generally respond, “So you don’t go to school?” That kneejerk reaction was just as frequent as when I introduce myself as Pam Newman and someone says, “NEWMAN,” ala Seinfeld. It’s just as clever.
I work really hard for this stuff. I write music, press releases and talk to other musicians pretty regularly. I’m in recording studios, practicing with other people and creating constantly. Yeah, I get to do a lot of it in my bedroom, but that does not mean in any way that what I do is not work.
People ask me what I do for a living, and I say, “I’m a musician who does writing on the side.” And then adults respond, “So you aren’t working?”
Not a lot has changed in the past 20 or so years.
So is being an artist the grown-up equivalent of being homeschooled? Kinda. Nobody really understands how it works, a lot of people think you’re full of shit and a lot of the same people are kinda jealous.
OMG I nearly shit out a heart attack because my favorite writing client sent me an email essentially saying I was fired.
I do great work from them and always get good feedback, save an “Internet vs internet,” or somesuch Pam-made typo fuckery. So needless to say my heart was in my throat/anus/soup, wondering if they’d increased standards so typos were no longer acceptable or something.
I internally screamed all the FUUUUUUU-’s, you guys.
Then exactly 6 minutes later, I get an email which basically explained that it was a mistake.
BRB, sorting through my stool to find my aorta.
Lunchin’ it out at Panera. I think I only get 30 minutes of connectivity because it is lunchtime. I actually wish I could keep hanging here, because I’m really getting into a groove with my writing.
Speaking of my writing, you can get involved in one of my projects, here.
I very much dislike singing acapella, almost as much as I am loathe to audition for stuff. I spent about 70% of my late teens and early twenties auditioning for various stuff in New York, and the audition process always makes me want to shit on cupcakes.
All fecal cupcakes aside, I’ve decided to work in a field which requires me to prove my skills to others in forms other than just a simple Q & A and list of references. So I gotta pull up my sac and man the fuck up on the audition tip.
I’m not the kind of person for whom auditioning with Whitney Houston is desirable or appropriate. I’m a bitchin’ rocker, you guys. I’m less Christina Aguilera and more Janis Joplin. Not so much Celiene Dion, more Gwen Stefani.
I’ve decided I’m going to sing a recent Britney Spears song.
I’m working on a sultry, blues rock arrangement of Womanizer. It’s a fun (read: EASY) song, and I’ve figured out some good ways within it to show off the power of my voice without having to just outright yell, or lose pitch (Which is a problem for me sometimes). It’ll totally fit the image I’m going after, and show that I really hate auditions without having to say it out loud, lol.
I read an article that inspired the living hell out of me today. The article wasn’t anything at all current, and it was definitely a tabloid article.
There was a quote at the end of the article which shook me like an ink pen in front of a TV screen when it looks all bendy. It was about making people disappear using power and money. Ghosts using Power and Money to shut people up or make them not exist.
I’ve been having a rough time lately doing the self-aware ballencing act of self-worth, motivation and creativity. It’s hard trying to do the right thing for yourself sometimes, man! Even worse than that, I’ve got nothing to compete with and nobody to prove wrong!
There’s something in my chemical makeup that keeps me motivated for all the most obnoxious reasons. I have to prove to myself that I can do something just as well or better than so-and-so. I have to prove what’s-her-name wrong in that I am totally capable of doing x.
Well all the people who were my most consistent naysayers are out 100% of my life. Even on Facebook! As calming as that is for my psyche, it’s doing absolutely nothing for my sing-songy ”Na-na-na-na-na-na,” workaholic inner child.
When I read that someone who’s already rich and famous recognized that there are people who legitimately do make people disappear, I got PISSED. I’d basically spent all day today with either a guitar, nacho chip or smartphone in my hand and some degree of pillow folds embedded in my cheek. I got the fuck up post haste, and started making a plan.
I will not be disappearing.
Not that I actually have disappeared. I mean, you have at least a vague idea of who I am. My friends haven’t lost touch with me. But I still feel slightly brushed under a rug for reasons I don’t really talk about on the internet anymore.
Thus, I shout from the closest and easiest to climb rooftop, ”No!”
No, Ghosts of Power and Money! I will not, to paraphrase the character Nathan from Misfits, “Be doin’ no dissapearin’,” and you Ghosts of Power and Money can expect to see me trending on the celebrity tag on Tumblr for some music I made sooner than later.
I’m not talking just this minute. I’m talking the past 5 months.
About 8 years ago I worked 4 jobs at about 70 hours a week. Not because I needed the money, but just because I was bored. I was also in a relationship (wouldn’t take him back if you paid me), volunteered sporadically, swam laps & jogged 3-5 times a week, had a weekly radio show and kept up with all the gossip on ONTD.
I vaccumed regularly, occasionally prepared amazing meals at home, threw magnificant parties, didn’t eat white bread and had 2 adorable cats.
I went to karaoke about 2 nights a week hung out with my friends regularly and watched every new major blockbuster on opening night. There was also a lot of shopping at the Cherry Hill Mall and some occasional trips into RAVE, but let’s not discuss that.
Two years ago I worked a full time job, managed a band with 4-5 members, booked all the shows, did all the marketing and wrote most of the lyrics. I also practiced obsessively with and without the band and still managed to enjoy Karaoke on the weekends.
Last summer, I worked full-time at a busy restaurant, taught myself how to play guitar, wrote a bunch of stupid love songs, learned a lot about life, traveled all over the planet, smoked, drank, partied like a crazy person and went on adventures in Kentucky.
I’m not doing quite as much right now. I’m slowing down on a lot of things because, well… that’s just sane. But I’m SO FUCKING BORED. I have lots of creative things to do, but that’s not enough. I need to be actively working. My Venus is in Capricorn, man! Capricorn is the sign of work, and Venus is the planet of love. Thus, I LOVE TO WORK.
Watching 30 Rock and reading Bossypants have reminded me of what a workaholic nerd I am. I love getting wrapped up in work. Being passionate about what I do is well… what I do. I figure out the best way to do what I do, and if other people wan to learn, I teach it to others. That’s what I’m good at. This brain needs to be occupied or I’ll start to chew the walls off.
So being slightly stagnant (I haven’t started recording yet) is KILLING ME. I worked really hard on finding musicians today. Hopefully things can get started. There are other things in the works which aren’t things I can talk about yet, but I sure as fuck hope I can soon, because that wall over there is looking mighty tasty.