Jillie Lush

rock 'n' roadtrips, writing, interviewing, photography, (interpretive)dance parties, karaoke, fucking shit up, raging, getting rowdy, the 80's, living the highlife, whiskey, cherry vodka, strawberry champagne, cheap 40s, hairbands, power ballads, sunglasses at night, making out, blacking out (time travel), dropping names, passing notes, telling secrets, clapping hands, high fives, dancing in the rain, chicago, new york city, france, switzerland, toronto, scarfs, nose rings, cafe mochas, hot wings, hot pink + black combo, outdoor festivals, cmj music marathon, open bars, dressing up as pirates & zombies, new zealanders, the rise and fall of john stamos, james dean, playing in fountains, drive-ins, playgrounds, mix tapes, insomnia, mints, borrowing lawn gnomes, photobooths, zoar valley, riding lions & buffalo, fort buildings & meetings, my rap project: lushtice, mustachios, headbands, cinco de mardi gras, cakeintheface, good buddies, catching some rays, bonfires, smores, paddle boats, bike rides, amusement parks, etc.

Music = life. It occupies my veins, my blood, my heart, my soul. It's pretty much my reason for existing. I'm not going to lie - I love drinking! I go against my better judgment more often than I should when alcohol is involved. To put it simply: I'm trouble. I know my limits, I just choose not to follow them. Don't kid yourself because we all have our vices, even you. My weapon of choice just so happens to be alcohol. Don't judge me! Contrary to what some may think alcohol does not and will not define me. Got it? Good! I think it would be sweet if Eddie Money was my dad. However, I will settle for my dad who resembles the likes of the man, the myth, the legend Mike Ditka. And if I had one wish I would wish for Steve Perry to reunite with Journey. Yup, that about covers it.