Today I was a makeup artist at THE Rock & Roll hall of fame.
"Say what?" I know...right!? Yeah, the randomness. Well here there and over there, this person saw my makeup friend and they knew someone who knew someone and next thing you know, we're all back in the converted conference room putting false lashes on Vegas show girls, gem-stoning the butterfly lady, and painting red lips on the apple tree model. It was a flurry of teased hair, bobby pins, makeup brushes, pigment dust, and palettes with every color you could imagine.
What a change of pace (well not really, the craziness was still there) from my real job. The air was full of creative energy and fun...and a shitload of aerosole. Really, come on now. Makeup and Rock & Roll. I'm there. The girl who sent the invite said it was "nomadic" to drive a few hours away for a show like that. Is it really? Is it chancey (new word) and adventurous to do something like that? I say go, see, and do anything that you can. Like today for instance - I met some really cool, nice, welcoming people, got to be behind the scenes at one of the coolest museums I've ever been in, and saw up close and personal the iconic things like Michael Jackson's Thriller jacket, Madonna's college letters - she has bubbly handwriting, and Bob Marley's handwritten notepaper lyrics for Turn Your Lights Down Low.