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Let me start by blogging by clearing up one of the biggest mystery in the world, it is pronounced LEESK!
So now we have that out the way let me begin by explaining a little about myself. I am a 23 year old singer from South London, Streatham specifically. I have been fortunate enough, during my singing struggle, to have been found by a couple of big wig eccentric Americans, thus I am here in Philly trying to make the dream a reality, like the rest of the world.
So this is going to be my online diary of the experiences that will no doubt find themselves in my world (although so much has already happened I am going to have to backtrack from time to time) and hopefully you will find this either an amusing irony that a year from now I will be back in Streatham working at the Railway again or a brilliant back story to the famous OLIVIA LEISK!
We shall see....
So you have caught me at crunch time having just found out I am indefinitely staying in Philly after signing the dreaded contract and I honestly feel very confident as to the future of the Leisk.
This really has been one hell of a ride getting here, unfortunately I didn't get a blog in time to explain my night with Maxwell....wish it was that interesting but to me it was magical. So I suppose that moment was when I realised why I am a little bit in LOVE with you Philadelphia. I realised how real everyone in music is here and how creative this place is.
Lets see, any amusing stories to leave you with? Well how about this:
I was out on my first proper trip here with Miss Jackson (trying not to name and shame) and we had a little music venue tour to get us used to the city. Now as this was our first night out in Philly and Miss Jackson's first night in the country we may or may not have had a tad too much Patron and cocktail fun so needless to say it got to us fairly quickly. After bar crawling for a while I naturally decided that I wanted to embrace the Philly culture, get myself a crew and learn to skateboard with them and lo and behold I found one! It actually went pretty well for a couple blocks until I lost the skateboard and landed on the floor, needless to say the street cred was shattered.
We moved on, still eager to prove our street cred and headed for an afterparty with a load of muso's and sadly it proved to be our maker. After about 10 mins of being there I had lost Miss Jackson (who I later found passed out in her own own-ness haha) and after singing an out of tune version of my idol Michael Jackson's Off The Wall to a room of confused faces I was forced to pace the room as sitting down was starting to disagree with me big time!
The journey back proved to be the best part and I only wish I could attach the video that accompanied it, basically me filming myself trying to fix my makeup for a good half hour while Miss Jackson ranted and raved in the background about being cold (the heat was on full it was stupidly hot) then suddenly decided it was boiling and opened all the windows.
Moral of the story, Street cred does not lie in alcohol, skateboards, cigarettes, crack cocaine (we didnt do the last two but the point is still valid!)
On a side note how annoying is it having to tip everyone for everything here! Grrr grinds my gears big time, bar staff, waitresses, pizza people, hobos, everyone!
Right I'm gonna sign off from this non sencical rant here and leave with with a very very funny article from my dad:
A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen shaking frantically, almost in a dancing frenzy, with some kind of wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood, breaking his arm in two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily listening to his IPod.
LOVE LIV LEISK
xxx
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