...tiny.dancer...

my amazing friend Johnny Dzuback said to me recently.. "you know it Jazzie, you're a modern day Penny Lane,"... at first I jumped up, was upset- and out raged! I looked at him like he was crazy!! I'm no fucking "band-aid"- "groupie"- some fucking musician hungry hooker.... I'm a little hippie dippie fashion monster- who just happens to have an amazing talent of dressing rock stars, and my family is the band Vains of Jenna, and some people call me a muse, some people say I'm this character out of Alice in Wonderland, or I just walked out of Almost Famous... whatever it is... maybe the long blonde disheveled locks, wearing flowers in my hair, and yes Elton John... I am the "seamstress for the band" (we now call it a stylist)... and I guess with a name like Jazzie Bella- it was almost meant to be... I would follow the path that was sent before me... and finally embrace being the modern day Penny Lane that I am...

(p.s- secret side note... my dad would never be able to come to my ballet performances because of constantly working working working- so it almost became a special little thing, for just the two of us...)
when I would finally see Daddy on a Sunday coming home from the ballet studio... he would put on Elton John's song, "Tiny Dancer"... and I would grab my toe shoes out of my bag so fast- ripping the tape off of my blood blistered toes, and the Formal Salon would be my dance studio again as my dad proudly watched as I glided across the floor with my pirouettes, switch leaps and my Pas de quatres. I always have been and will be his tiny dancer- but now I really am the seamstress for the band too...



Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today