The American Dream Becomes Reality

The American Dream Becomes Reality

I would like to speak about something near and dear to my heart to hopefully inspire all of you dreamers out there. I guess this will probably sound a bit more serious than usual, but here we go…

Who was the first person to give you one big chance at making your dreams come to life? For me, it was an executive in Los Angelos who gave me my first record deal. I was a young kid with no money and sky-high dreams. If it weren’t for that record deal, I probably would have ended up homeless in LA or back on my mom’s couch in Minnesota.

Every artist dreams of their lucky break. But for many of us who were born in the United States, we tend to take the American dream for granted. Success stories like Kenyan musician J.S. Ondara remind us of the transformative impact immigration has on the lives of artists around the world. In 2013, Ondara received his United States green card, and today his album “Tales of America (The Second Coming)” has been nominated to receive a Grammy Award.

Stories like Ondara’s remind us to persevere no matter our circumstances, and to appreciate how lucky we are to live in the United States. Moreover, my point is this: no matter how hard it seems for you to create your art, you must push yourself to do it anyway. You should unleash your creativity against all odds, because every day is an opportunity to make something beautiful even if it seems unlikely to make it big. You never know how many people are working harder than you while having fewer opportunities and resources. I truly believe that each one of us got to where we are today because someone decided to give us a chance. That person saw something in you that reminded them of themselves, and it was your determination and drive that convinced them to take a bet on you. And it’s up to you to pass on the good deed.

While on tour in Portugal, I met with an up-and-coming band out of Lisbon. They opened for one of our shows, and I was very impressed with their talent. After the show, their lead guitarist Adriano stopped by backstage for some advice on immigrating to the United States. I was caught off guard and I didn’t have all of the answers. I promised Adriano I would ask a lawyer in the United States and get back to him with answers.

Having dealt with a previous issue with my bandmate George (he almost got deported back to Canada), I reached out to the best immigration lawyer I knew of based in Orange County, Kiran Nair of K Nair Law Group. I knew that I could trust her expertise. Ms. Nair has represented cases in Los Angeles and San Diego, in front of the California Superior and Immigration Courts.

Kiran Nair Esq.

The next day, I met with Adriano and his band at one of Lisbon’s best coffee shops and shared some good news: I would fund their legal expenses to immigrate to the United States, and I knew exactly who to refer them as their immigration lawyer.

Keep on dreaming and never give up! And if you need an immigration lawyer, I recommend you give Ms. Nair a call.

K Nair Law Group, P.C.
31897 Del Obispo St #225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675, United States

Glitz, Glamour, and Eyebrows

Glitz, Glamour, and Eyebrows

I know that this sounds crazy, but I promise you that I am speaking the truth: my daughter asks me, not her mom, for makeup advice. Back in my rock and roll days, our band was too broke to hire professional make up artists for our performances. So I picked up a brush, taught myself how to use it, and somehow, I became quite the Picasso on my own face. Back then, the popular “look” was heavy eyeliner and black eyeshadow, so that’s what we wore. My band also had its own signature: red, orange, and yellow flames painted on with face paint. Don’t ask us how we came up with that.

Last month, I was jamming away in my studio when my daughter walked in looking VERY upset. Was she upset because I sounded terrible? I sure don’t sound as good as I did was younger, but I can’t imagine sounding so bad to the point of making my daughter cry.

“Dad, I need to talk to you,” she said. Uh oh – I’m pretty sure no father wants to hear their daughter start off a conversation like this. You never know what to expect.

“I hate my eyebrows.”

Phew. I was relieved to hear that this wasn’t one of those conversations.

Before I could ask her “What do you mean?” she broke down in tears. “I hate my eyebrows! One is too thick and the other is too thin! I spend so much time obsessing about them!”

Oh my. Now I know I had mentioned that I was somewhat of a makeup expert back in the day, but that was only with eyeliner, eyeshadow, and face paint. I knew nothing about eyebrows, so I was at a loss for words.

Later that night, I went online to see what could be done about my daughter’s eyebrow catastrophe. As it turns out, eyebrows are an extremely important feature of the face, and many women are dissatisfied with the shape of their natural brows. I came across a solution that combines technology with permanent makeup to give people the perfect eyebrows: microblading.

Microblading is a form of permanent makeup. The client’s face is mapped out, and a new set of brows is traced on accordingly. Then, the technician uses a fine blade to tattoo highly realistic brow hairs, creating the ideal shape.

I came across a permanent makeup service that offers microblading in San Clemente. My daughter was skeptical at first when I told her about the service, but when I showed her the pictures, she was instantly floored and asked if we could book her an appointment the very next day. She became even more excited when she found out that the owner used to be an interior designer and understood the importance of symmetry.

Once microblading is done, the eyebrows required a few weeks to heal and for the ink to fully set in. My daughter now has a new set of stunning eyebrows, and as usual, I helped her solve yet another makeup problem!

Lift Permanent Makeup
24452 Del Prado Ave #A, Dana Point, CA 92629, United States

I Might Have Saved My Bandmate’s Life

I’ll never be part of the crowd, because I was born to rock on stage. I live a bizarre life, and that’s my choice. But what is really bizarre are the coincidences that life seems to throw at me. What can I say? I guess some of us are simply chosen by the universe to play along.

After my last two termite infestations caused my stage to collapse both times while my band I were performing, I decided that the universe was sending me a sign. I have always known my life purpose to be to inspire people with music, but as I get older, I can’t help but think that the universe wants me to do something greater. After my second stage disaster, I knew that the divine was telling me something.

I figured that this was some type of mystical executive order, that I needed to tell everyone I knew about how my termite problem almost killed us on stage. Made sense to me. After all, what would be the point of live performances if we all ended up dead or injured on a broken stage? I kept having nightmares about this happening again. I couldn’t bear the thought of it happening to anyone else.

Last week, I sat down in my studio and pulled out my phone. I called each of my bandmates and said “Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about those times when the stage broke while we were performing live. When was the last time you had a termite inspection? I know this sounds paranoid, but I’m calling everyone I know to warn them about the dangers of termites.”

My bass guitarist Adam said that he had noticed that his wooden floors were creaky as of late, and that there seemed to be musty smell to them. I freaked out and told him “Adam! You need to get inspected right now. They could be eating at your floors as we speak!”

I have learned about the termite warning signs the hard way. If you’ve got floors that sound hollow or squeaky, you might have a termite problem – definitely not music to anyone’s ears. It’s possible that you’ve got dry-wood or subterranean termites.

Brown Wooden Panel Beside Concrete Board

“Buddy, you need a termite inspector to get in there and possibly save your life,” I told him. Adam immediately found a service for termite inspection in Pasadena, and booked an appointment with them.

Sure enough, they found termites! They had been feasting on his house and Adam didn’t even know. Boy, it would have been a nightmare if his floors collapsed like our stage did!

Did I save his life? Maybe. Did I save him from injury? Probably. Did I save his house being destroyed by termites? Definitely.

I was no angel in my hayday, but I must say that this moment in my life felt quite holy. I’m starting to think that educating people on termites must be an opportunity I’ve been given to restore my karma. How divine!

A Better Lawn to Party On

I don’t mean to brag, but I throw the best parties. My daughter keeps telling me that I’m trying to relive the old glory days and feel young again, but I tell her that I’m just young soul trapped in an old body who can never have too much fun!

I can always count on my best friends to turn on the good times and tear it up. Unfortunately, they also tear up my lawn. Every time we’re finished partying, it looks like a storm passed through and ripped the ground up from underneath! What a nightmare. I have to pay someone to come in every time and fix my lawn after every party because of how bad it looks. It’s been a massive chore to deal with and I’m starting to dread waking up in the morning after to see the damage. It isn’t pretty.

My daughter keeps telling me to stop drinking, dancing, and stomping around with friends at our house, but we all know that I’m not slowing down any time soon. Especially not when I throw the best parties in town – even the paparazzi take note!

I figured that if I wasn’t going to be taking my parties down a notch, that I’d have to take my grass up a notch. Sounds weird, I know. What I mean by that is I needed tougher grass. That’s basically what an artificial lawn is; the look and feel of grass, but tougher and more durable.

I started thinking about how great my life would be if I could preserve the beauty of my backyard with artificial turf. But I still wasn’t entirely sure about it after thinking about it. I had a hard time figuring out if the artificial grass would even look good. After all, I didn’t spend all the time and money on a gorgeous backyard patio and hood just to ruin the scenery with some ugly looking grass!

I pulled out my laptop and typed into Google: artificial grass installation Orange County. I came across NoMow Turf. “Interesting!” I thought to myself. The company name made a good point I hadn’t even thought about before. Artificial turf isn’t just longer lasting, it also doesn’t require time and money to be mowed! 

Anyways, right away I see photos on their site. I’m thinking “This is cool. This looks pretty good.” Then I’m thinking “This is pretty impressive.”

I called them and ask for a quote. They were very professional at answering my questions and setting up an appointment.

Once the new lawn was installed, I couldn’t believe how amazing it looked! Even my daughter said, “Dad, you made the right choice. This was a good call.” 

The very next weekend we had the gang over to tear it up again. However, this time they didn’t tear up my lawn! For the first time in many parties, my backyard didn’t look like the aftermath of a disaster. Boy, was I relieved! Also, the backyard looks better than ever.

If you’re tired of your beat up old lawn, give NoMow Turf a call and see what they can do for you.

NoMow Turf
26774 Vista Terrace, Lake Forest, CA 92630, USA