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Thursday, September 30, 2004  

Photo: Teo Tenda

Pamela MacCarthy Sings For Piaget

Till next time... 'Mela

7:30 AM

Wednesday, September 22, 2004  

Photo: Teo Tenda

Pamela MacCarthy Sings For Piaget
Shinjuku Park Hyatt

The jewelry was breathtaking...
One of the rings I was wearing
doubled as a watch.
It was white gold encrusted with diamonds-
If you pushed the top of it to the left or right of the center,
it would revolve to a little timepiece.

My Walkman Playlist:

Strong Enough- Sheryl Crow
Reap the Wild Wind- Ultravox
You Don't Bring Me Anything But Down- Sheryl Crow
Sign Your Name- Terence Trent D'Arby
And She Was- Talking Heads
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry- Hank Williams Sr.
Half Light- Low
Winter Light- Linda Ronstadt
Dominatrix Sleeps Tonite- Dominatrix
Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana
Divide- Assemblage 23
Rock Me- Steppenwolf
Bell Bottom Blues- Derek & the Dominoes
Everyday is a Winding Road- Sheryl Crow

Till next time... 'Mela

10:10 AM

Saturday, September 18, 2004  

I present my newest computer art piece, "Anemone".

©2004 Pamela MacCarthy

My keys sit on a ring
in my flannel pocket


One opens the door.

© 2004
Pamela MacCarthy

Till next time... 'Mela

9:32 AM

Monday, September 13, 2004  

My gig yesterday for Piaget was amazing.
Not only did I play with some of Tokyo's finest jazz musicians,
Jonathan Katz- piano, Mark Tourian- bass, & Cecil Monroe- drums,
but I was draped in white gold and diamonds...
All from their Secret Garden Autumn Collection 2004.

I will post pics when I get them...

The only thing difficult about wearing diamonds
is giving them back...

Men grow cold
as we grow old
and we all lose our charms in the end-
But square-cut or pear-shaped
these rocks don't lose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

- Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend
From: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Music by Jules Styne, lyrics by Leo Robin

Till next time... 'Mela

7:00 PM

Friday, September 10, 2004  

It was a blustery ride through the neighborhood
yesterday on my bike.
Breathing in the early autumn air,
I noticed the rice fields are close to harvest time.
The grains weigh down the ends of the stalks.

These peculiar red flowers are now blooming in abundance.


In Japan called higan bana, (flower of higan)
because they bloom around higan (autumnal equinox).
They grow along the roadsides,
and on the ridges between rice paddies
throughout Japan.

I am preparing for my work weekend.
I have 2 private parties on my agenda.
I will be performing with some old friends, and great musicians:
Saturday night with Mike Price on trumpet with a piano trio,
at a house party in Roppongi.
Sunday, all day into the evening
at a party for Piaget in The Park Hyatt Ballroon.
Jonathan Katz on piano, Mark Tourian on bass,
& Cecil Monroe on drums.

Last night I heard a great song/duet on the TV show Ally McBeal
called Lida Rose,
from The Music Man.
Of all the songs from musicals I know,
this one has escaped me all these years.

My middle name is Alida,
I was named after my great grandmother...

Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
To get the sun back in the sky.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy.
Ding dong ding
I can hear the chapel bell chime.
Ding dong ding
At the least suggestion I'll pop the question.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name.
Lida Rose, now everyone knows
That I am hoping you're the same
So here is my love song, not fancy or fine
Lida Rose, oh won't you be mine
Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose oh Lida Rose.

Lida Rose
The Music Man

-Meredith Willson

Till next time... 'Mela

9:02 AM

Sunday, September 05, 2004  

At the end of July,
we left for Tumon, Guam,
2 days after Michio's school let out.

I had some nerves about the whole thing,
because I couldn’t do a lot of things (like sit for any amount of time)
like normal, due to my recent herniated disc in lower back,
But I was determined to not cancel and my chance to see this place!

Upon arrival,
my apprehension evaporated like the afternoon shower
we encountered.

We stayed in a condo-style hotel.
There were many other hotels to choose from,
right on the beach.
We chose the one on the hill.
Great walking therapy for me,
and it offered the space, kitchen, and freedom of a condo at a hotel price.
There was a great little restaurant called the Crab House
right off from the pool.
They had buffet style dinner there,
with Alaskan King Crab legs, and other seafood-

The view was amazing from our sixth floor balcony,
a great view of Tumon Bay-
As well as the ocean,
you could see all of “Hotel Row”.

Also a great pool, that was open from 7am till 10pm.
I was having a fun game of beachball volleyball with my son, Michio.

C'est Moi

The beach was lovely...

Also the nearby hotel gardens...


The weather there is 82 -86 F all year long.

We visited a place called
Underwater World...

It was spectacular!

There were a lot of shopping malls, restaurants, and for those whose holiday
wouldn’t be complete without Louis Vuitton, Prada, or Gucci
they've got all that too.

I loved the open top double decker buses at night.

The people were really laid back and friendly.

I even found an accupuncturist,
who assisted me with my back pain.

I had to miss the visit to Chomorro Village
and Two Lovers’ Point on account of the trolleys' wooden seats were not compatible
for recuperating from a herniated disc...

These places were put in the ”to do next time”

I hope to return to Guam again...

Till next time... 'Mela

11:58 AM

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