Julia

Hey You! Yes, you… hand over the (dairy-free) ice cream!

Tuesday, May 10th, 2011

Oh, you don’t have any? Ok I figured it would be worth a shot just to throw it out there. Well, since you’re here (with no ice cream in hand…but I’m trying to look past that) I’d love to talk to you about what’s new in our lives!

We’ve been a tad quiet lately (and by “we” I mean RoadHug as a unit, not the RH girls themselves) but that’s just because we’ve been further developing the pilot. We’re working with some super-smartypants people in taking the next steps to pitch the pilot. That’s fun to say: Pitch the Pilot. Anywho, while all of those technicalities are being worked out, and believe you me there are a lot, this is what we’ve been up to… (By the way, where did the expression “believe you me” come from)?

The ever-energized Sammy D was recently featured on the Nationally syndicated Nate Berkus show where she spunked up the camera with some DIY tips for vintage home decor on a budget. Darla moved to Athens, Georgia because she fell in love with the town when we shot the Pilot back in August. She’s gone from blogging about food to working on the other side of food bizz – as a stunning farm maiden and jack-of-all-trades for Moonshine Meats. And as for me, I threw a bunch of summer clothes together and migrated West – where I’m living and performing in Los Angeles, awaiting my album release.

So even though we’re geographically separated for the time being, the trifecta known as SDJ will soon be back together in action for much more RoadHuggery to come!!

xo Julia

Singin’ in the Rain…Well, actually in the Shower…

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

Caption: “Oh dear, that did not sound right!”

So I may look like I’m having a bit of fun in the recording studio, and by golly I am! After weeks and weeks of recording vocals, my throat is dry and my diaphragm is ready for vacation. (Not too much of a vacation, I mean I do still want to breath and stuff). But other than the constant raspy voice that I’ve developed, I love LOVE every little part of this process.

The daily vocal routine is as follows:
1. Wake up and drink two cups of tea with an unnatural amount of honey stirred in
2. Steam up the bathroom. Turn on the shower for ten minutes at the highest heat
3. Get into the shower (whoa! Turn down the heat first there killer)! Do vocal warm-ups for fifteen minutes. Basically vocal warm-ups sound like a cross between an ambulance and a dying cat.
4. Run through the song a few times, listen, take notes and then…
5. Drink more tea
6. Sing through each verse. Get every word to sound perfect. Do the same with each chorus, bridge, etc, over and over and over and over and over…until everything sounds perfect
7. Take a break. This usually includes wine. Go back in and sing

Andddd two-to-ten hours later, you, my friend, have the main vocals for a song!

Road Thuggin

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

Happy Saturday! As you know, Darla is on the road and Sammy and I miss her like crazy. I found this (almost) vintage video of us and can’t wait for the next time the three of us are back together, causing trouble as usual.

This video is a little behind-the-scenes blurb from our Pilot Shoot in Athens, Georgia. We’re currently working with our editor as he puts everything together. We’ll have the complete episode ready for your lovely eyes soon! But for now, here’s a tease…

“Meditation Music on Crack, Man…”

Sunday, October 3rd, 2010

On Thursday night I found myself at one of the most interesting shows I’ve seen in a long time! By interesting, I mean I was so mesmerized by the band that I nearly went to the bathroom in my pants because I didn’t want to miss a beat. (TOO MUCH INFORMATION, I KNOW). The venue was Zebulon, a Williamsburg hotspot in the indie music scene, and it was packed tight with people elbowing their way closer to the stage to get a glimpse of the 7-man band. So who was this mysterious band that I speak so highly of? Well my friends, that would be Snehasish Mozumder & Som.

While their band name is quite a mouthful, their self-described genre of “indian jazz flamenco fusion, raga mandolin, shakti and the like” is just as complicated. But it’s the music part that’s easy to get. It just works–and by works I mean it put me deep into a trance-like state that was so strong that my mind shut off completely and let my body just feel. And no, I wasn’t using any “extracurricular substances” to help enhance that feeling.

Band founder and frontman Snehasish Mozumder is a multiple award-winning musician from India. Oh and he’s also a mandolin rockstar. He’s toured India, Europe and the US, and he knows exactly how to pull in a crowd. While the majority of the crowd came to see the main act El Guincho (think Electropop meets Afrobeat meats Tropicalia…check them out and get to know them too), they became fast fans of the high-energy 7 piece unit. A person next to me described the band as “meditation music on crack, but like in a good way man.” I actually find that description fairly accurate in its own way. So if you’re in the mood for a meditation music crack fix go here. Wow I really just said that.

From the Meat to the Beat

Friday, September 24th, 2010

The other day I was strolling along Mercer Street and decided to stop in the Piperlime pop-up store. Turns out they were having a contest; whoever picked out the best outfit for the day won $100 and their look would be displayed in the front of the store. I figured, why not? And Sammy D would be SO PROUD of me to know that my look actually won. Now I’m no Sammy D, but I have to say I really like what I picked out. This got me thinking about music and fashion and how the two go hand-in-hand. As my manager is always saying to me, “It’s all about branding.”

So let’s talk about GaGa. Oh Lady G and your meat dress that you won to this year’s VMAs. But let’s back up to the time when the meat model was just another singer/songwriter in jeans and a t-shirt performing around Manhattan. It just wasn’t working for her. My dear friend and owner of the famous music venue The Bitter End told me an interesting story about Ms. Gaga. He said that she was playing for a loud, drunk crowd at his venue when she stopped in the middle of her song and said, “Fine. If you aren’t going to listen to my music, you’re at least going to look at me while I play.” And with that, she took her shirt off and finished the set in a bra. Obviously that was just the beginning of the singer’s shameless skin show that she is now known for almost as much as (if not more than) her music.

From MC Hammer’s “Hammer Pants,” to Bjork’s Swan Dress, to Ke$ha’s uncombed hair, and indie rocker’s too-cool-to-care-about-fashion-but-that’s-actually-a-fashion-statement-in-itself-look, music just doesn’t matter when you can’t put a look to the sound.

So, tell me, what are some of your favorite musician’s styles and why?

Nyquil and Wine…Hmmmm Not Sure About the Safety Factor in That One

Monday, September 13th, 2010

When I get sick, I get SICK! My body and brain both shut down completely and say, “Sorry Julia we’ve got something to take care of right now. We’ll see you in a few days.” So I’m left without the ability to think or leave my bed, and my poor friends get urgent whining phonecalls asking them to bring me the following:

1. Tea, lemons and honey – the oldest trick in the book. I try and have tea every hour with about 5 lemon slices and a whole lot of honey (an embarrassing amount so I’ll leave it to your imagination).

2. Red Wine – I got this from my college roommie; heat up some wine, add honey, and then add Nyquil. I’m not joking. Its probably super illegal and bad for you to mix Nyquil and red wine but LET-ME-TELL-YOU it puts me right to sleep. Like Sleeping Beauty sleep where I’m out cold for awhile (but there ain’t no prince waking up this sista).

3. Garlic – I got this from a RH follower and am now sold for life. Although eating raw garlic is not a recommendation when you’re about to kiss someone, I was only planning to smooch my pillow for the next few days. So I got gaga for garlic.

4. Booze – also from a lovely RH follower. I drank hot totties with brandy, honey and hot water. Fan-friggen-tastic.

5. Vitamin C – ate oranges, grapefruits and took a vitamin C pill every few hours.

6. Veggie Juice – I have a juicer but was too sick to go through the effort of slicing stuff (especially with a sharp knife and lack or coordination thanks to brain fogginess). So I walked to the local market and ordered two, one for that moment and one for that evening. I chose the one with: beets, celery, garlic, carrots, lemon, spinach and apples. Had to substitute lemon for ginger as I’m allergic (big surprise, stupid allergies)!

7. Chicken Soup – well it wasn’t my Moms homemade recipe (as seen in the photo) but it worked. Seriously, don’t underestimate the power of chicken soup people. Got mine from Hale & Hearty.

8. Entertainment – not only did I read “Bringing Down the House” by Ben Mezrich and have dreams about myself in a short leather dress playing blackjack in Vegas, but I watched every episode of Sex and the City that was ever made.

9. Epsom Salt – take a bath in this and wowwwwww your body loves you again!

10. Sleep, dangit – I always start feeling better and go back into Superwoman mode wayyy too soon (as in trying to take on 400 tasks at a time). Remember your body is still fighting the cold and even though you might be feeling better, give yourself one extra day for rest!

What your little RoadHuggers are up to on this rainy Sunday

Sunday, September 12th, 2010

There you have it. Can’t get any more descriptive than that title. Hope this post lives up to your expectations. Here goes…

Darla is planning, packing, organizing, planning, cleaning, packing, sorting, organizing, planning, packing and getting tattoos (a girl needs some fun mixed in there). Why? Because in just over a week she’s hitting the road solo (insert Julia singing her cover of Jason Derulo’s “Ridin’ Solo” here).

Darla decided that upon graduating from Temple University a couple weeks ago (yes, that’s right…Darla’s degree is like a fine wine…it got better with age) she would go exploring. So, she did what any sane young woman would do and she bought a 1986 BMW 325 (with a 5 speed tranny and 278,000 miles of course) and a bike rack.

This week she got her little baby (affectionately name “Cricket”) inspected and detailed, bought some much needed road trip toys (like a AAA membership) and has been packing up half her life while throwing out the other half. She will of course overshare all of the “Cricket Chronicles” right here on roadhugusa.com so stay tuned. And to answer those inevitable questions…1) her first stop will be Virginia Beach and 2) she has no idea when she will be back.

sammy davis vintage photo shoot

Sammy has been running between Lancaster and NYC and Boston and NYC (not literally, she drove a car, but I wouldn’t put it past that chick to run the 225 miles to Boston) doing photoshoots to create awesomely fun photography for SDVs platform of feel good fashion. Considering that one of Sammy’s all time favorite things to do is conduct photoshoots, this girl has been in seventh heaven.

Rather than try to recap all of what “conducting a photoshoot” entails, go to her fashion site, Sammy Davis Vintage, and check it all out for yourself.

As if scheduling photoshoots in three different states isn’t enough she has also been seen at back to back blogger conferences, green fashion shows and partying her little booty off in between. Phew.

And our poor little Julia is sick…again. That chick can’t catch a freakin’ break. Luckily Julia has some really good friends to keep her company. Her best friend is a Nyquil Cocktail made of warm Nyquil and honey. Close runner up is a running supply of Hot Totties with Brandy. Top that off with tea every hour on the hour and and an overdose of vitamin C every four hours and you have yourself a good little group of bffs. Her twice daily hot baths with epson salt and 18 hours of sleep a day does double duty as her boyfriend and her lover.

The only good part of this little debacle is that she’s using her 6 waking hours a day to learn how to count cards so when RoadHug ends…

5 Ways to Shake that Booty into Gear

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

1. The Rooster – by that, I mean set an alarm for the same time every day. And when that alarm goes off, get up even if that means literally rolling onto the floor! You have to avoid sleeping in or else you break the schedule for the whole day — thus affecting your overall productivity.

2. The List – every night before you go to bed, make a list of the things you want to accomplish the following day. Once you’re ready to begin work that next morning, read that list and prioritize and then just start banging it out!

3. The Blinders – one of my ex-boyfriends went to a strict Catholic elementary school. He was easily distracted so the nuns made him wear makeshift blinders – you know, like what racehorses wear – only his was made out of duct tape and cardboard. Poor guy; so much for sitting at the cool kids’ table at lunch. BUT you need to find a way to make your own mental blinders and focus on what you’re doing in the moment. For example, if you’re working on task #3 on your list and that’s to send a press release out by five pm, don’t decide to skip ahead and complete task #4 until you’re done. BLINDERS people!

4. The Breakroom – you’ve got to let yourself breathe. In an office setting, you have constant interaction with co-workers and that helps to free your mind for a few moments before shifting your focus back to work. So each time you complete a task, get up and reward yourself with something small – whether its a visit to Facebook (come on, we’re all addicted), a phone call to a friend, a shot of tequila — that’s a joke. Please do not take it literal — or a five minute break outside, but whatever you do, keep the break short and then get back to work.

5. The Spot – set a space aside where you do nothing but work. One of my college professors told me not to ever write papers or read textbooks in a place that I associated with relaxing. This could explain why I used to always fall asleep on the couch with a Biology book on my lap. So find a place that works for you and go to that same spot every day. It’s amazing how your mind will learn to associate that place with work and you will kick into action-mode as soon as you arrive at your “office.”

PS I still can’t read a biology book without falling asleep. Guess you can’t win ‘em all!

Our 24 Hours in Athens, Georgia: Top Picks in Food, Fashion & Music

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Athens rocks and not just in the music sense. When we picked Athens, Georgia as the location for our pilot we knew nothing about the town. Okay, that’s not true. Darla knew that it was the home of the Bulldogs. Sammy knew that it was a college town – what college? No idea. Julia knew that rock legends R.E.M. and B52s hailed from its streets. That was honestly the extent of our knowledge.

Ask us about Athens and good luck getting us to shut up about how much we saw and did in one day. We followed the locals’ suggestions and visited their favorite spots. From sipping coffee at the townie and college students’ alike favorite caffeine joint, to jamming with a staple in Athens’ flourishing music scene to playing dress-up in a warehouse-size store of vintage and one-of-a-kind finds – we definitely gave RoadHug the love it deserves. In return, this tight-knit, creatively caring and local-centric community gave us a warm welcome and introduction to what this Georgia town is all about.

Read on for what Darla, Sammy and Julia tasted, wore and listened to during their 24 hours in Athens, Georgia.

Darla’s 8 step process for satisfying a mean food craving in Athens.

The White Tiger — #3 on Darla’s list

1. Start e’ry day at The Grit. Why? Because being around southern vegetarians is a nice way to start the morning.

2. Visit FarmCart. Not only can you scarf down a bangin’ housemade sausage dog, but you can also polish off a PBR tall boy while waiting for resident cutie Lou to work his magic on the grill. And, honestly, there’s nothing like drinking in the middle of the afternoon by yourself to make you feel like a real degenerate.

3. Pull up a picnic table at The White Tiger (complete with orange floral print plastic tablecloth). Order the BBQ Sandwich and revel in the fact that Ken (one of the Tiger’s owner’s) drop the word ‘righteous’ 7 times in one story.

4. Pork sausage dogs. Pulled pork sandwiches. Alright. If you want to eat something other than a pig or if Porky happens to be a personal friend of yours, go to Clocked and order the Black Bean Burger. Even a flesh loving carnivore like me thinks it’s reason enough to return.

5. Don’t trust my suggestions so far? Forget you. Just kidding. If you don’t like what I’m throwing out there, give Mary Charles a call over at Athens Food Tours. Since it’s her JOB to know where to eat, you know you can trust her. She’ll take you around to some of her local haunts — like La Dolce Vita where you can savor some local heirloom tomatoes with housemade mozzarella.

6. Here’s an old theory of mine: frozen yogurt sucks. Here’s a new theory of mine: frozen yogurt from Yoguri rocks. Instead of tasting like ice cream, owner Vena Kim figured out a way to make it taste like real Greek yogurt. And you know what they say “When in Athens … or Rome … or whatever.”

7. Become a porch dweller at Jittery Joe’s. It’s simple really. Walk in. Order coffee (it’s all they serve after all). Sit on porch. Become BFF’s with owner and head-roaster, Charlie. Done.

8. Finish your day at Normal Bar in … wait for it … the Normaltown neighborhood of Athens. Drink the local brew — Terrapin, eat the boiled peanuts (pronounced “bowled” down here in Georgia) and admire the gorgeous bartenders.

Sammy’s top 10 list for finding fashion in the Athens heat.

Athenians shopping at Agora … Sammy’s #1 on her list.

1. Like some people go veggie … I say go vintage. Go vintage because the town’s shopping district boasts at least four vintage stores (check out Agora for the most awesomely affordable finds in vintage clothing for the ladies and the gents) and because like food, local fashion just feels better.

2. Music isn’t just for listening — it’s for wearing, too. Check out Gigworn for some sweet tees promoting the town’s 400-plus local bands. And unlike that Backstreet Boys shirt that cost you $35 at their 2004 summer tour, the rock shirts at Gigworn cost about the same (if not less) than a ticket to see a show at local venues like the 40 Watt Club. Is that the sweet musical sound of cha-ching that I hear?

3. Fashion from the young and restless. The young and restless college community, that is. University of Georgia is smack dab in the center of downtown Athens. So when you walk from the East Clayton boutiques to East Broad where UGA begins, you’re sure to catch a smattering of styles as inspired by the young academia of America. Sure, fashion isn’t physics (thank goodness), but it’s definitely worth a lesson or two from those young and crazy kids.

4. The town’s favorite color of fashion is green. Sick of your wardrobe and want to make a trade for some new threads? It’s as easy as this: The season changes. Your style changes. Your closet needs a clean-out. You clean out your closet. You bring those unwanted threads to a consignment or vintage store in Athens. You choose new styles at the store, you make a swap, and everybody from you to the owner to the environment are happy.

5. Cowboy hats aren’t just for cowboys. I saw a few cowboy hats and cowboy/cowgirl boots on those down (but not so dirty) Athens’ streets. Did I really see cowboys? I don’t know. Do I care if they were really cowboys? No, I don’t. Did they look good in their southern/western inspired apparel? Yes, they did. Case closed, Sammy D cowboy style endorsed.

6. The store where everyone knows your name. Ever walk into an H&M and be greeted by a personality-less store associate who adds little flavor to your shopping experience other than to acknowledge that yes, you are in an H&M and yes, you would like to know where the $5 sales rack is please?

Not in Athens. First, there ain’t no H&M here. Second, there ain’t no way you’re walking into a store without meeting the store owner or at the very least, an employee who’s passionate about giving you a positive shopping experience free from changing room lines and Rihanna’s “Disturbia” screaming into your ears as you comb the racks.

7. Don’t cross that T and don’t dub that W. I know you shop there. Hell, I even shop there occasionally. But do I HAVE to shop there? No, I don’t. Do you? No, you don’t. And neither do Athenians — and guess what? They don’t.

Big box stores like Target and Wal-Mart exist in Georgia, but nowhere near the downtown shopping district of Athens. So instead of trucking out to the nearest strip mall for their consumerist fix, Athenians turn to local business for their fashion. Urban? H&M? Forever 21? They’re at the mall. And according to Athens, that’s exactly where they can stay.

8. Name that Store. Junkman Brother’s Daughter. Minx. Wuxtry. Helix. Dynamite. Agora. Boogie Dog. I’m not talking in tongues. I’m not making drug references. And no, this isn’t a list of name ideas for a Sammy D alter ego.

All of the above are names of stores in Athens — from new apparel to vintage to records to jewelry to cigars and collectibles — the locals seem to know the nuances of the English language well. Guess I shouldn’t challenge them to a game of Scrabble?

9. Style stories aren’t just for the movies. At locals-endorsed coffee joint Jittery Joe’s, I met this kick-ass UGA student named Parker. And Parker was wearing a kick-ass sterling silver and turquoise wrist band a friend had sent him from Tibet. Apparently, the bracelet was over a hundred years old, quite valuable, and shipped all the way over seas to Parker in Athens.

It’s the conversation (and people) behind the style that makes the fashion most memorable. Or, in this case, at least worth blogging about.

10. The “Something for Everyone” mentality. Call me out on my wax poetic if you want, but Athens is a place where you can truly be yourself with both substance and style. Wear a burlap sack in Athens and the locals would applaud you for your innovativeness. Then they’d ask how they could make their own to contribute to the burlap sack movement, or whatever this progressive, artistically-driven-musical-haven-college-town-hippie retreat-locals-born-and-raised-southern-hamlet chooses to coin it.

Note: Sammy wrote a heck-of-a-lot more about fashion in Athens. I guess it’s just the I-love-to-share mentality in her. (She’s behind our FourSquare, Twitter, and Facebook, if you didn’t sense that already). Read the expanded version of her fashion in Athens recap on her personal blog here.

Julia’s 6 1/2 tips on how to get down in Athens.

Darla, Sammy & Julia smack dab in the middle of Athens’ band Modern Skirts.

1. Go to the 40 Watt Club. Even though it’s moved from its original location and is no longer lit by just a single, 40 watt bulb (phew – as if I didn’t bump into things enough with normal lighting), the new location is THE happening spot in town for music. Cool fact? It was made from things the owners found–even the toilet—and assembled by a group of volunteers. Now THAT is the definition of supporting local music!

2. Walk around Broad Street right along the UGA campus and chat with people. If you are an introvert, fear not. The locals have so much pride in their quirky artist town that they’ll be more than happy to welcome you like a new family member, minus bright pink lipstick on your cheek. Ask them what band you should check out and you’ll be surprised how much everyone in town knows about the local music calendar.

3. Go to Normal Bar. It’s just the cat’s pajamas. Not only do they have gluten-free beer (a must-have for an allergy-fest like me), but the bar’s soundtrack is never dull and the place is packed as early as 5pm on a Wednesday. The owner is a former touring musician and you can find him there almost every day of the week. You’ll be sure to make friends with the locals over a shot (or two…or six). And girls, say hi to the handsome bartender Noel if he’s there. Although rumor has it that he’s taken, a little treat for the eyes never did any harm!

4. Play banjo somewhere. It just seems appropriate. Since I didn’t get to do this on my trip (my heart is still breaking) I’m challenging you to. Please, find a banjo, play it and send me a picture so I can live vicariously through you. Note: My email is julia@roadhugusa.com!

5. Since you’re going to be brushing shoulders with all the local rockstars, you’ve got to look the part yourself. Stop into Gigworn for a rocker t-shirt sensory overload and choose anything from a $5 shirt sporting local bands like Venice is Sinking to a $150 R.E.M. shirt from their first collection. Local musicians who shop there always get 20% off so with you supporting this business that supports the music business then you’re super supporting the music business and oh, well, you get what I’m trying to say!

6. Watch the Modern Skirts perform if they’re in town. Seriously, don’t ask questions. Just do it. I was lucky enough to catch an impromptu performance in their living room and was dancing on the kitchen floor before they even got to the first chorus. And considering we were strangers only five minutes earlier, it brings new meaning to the phrase “Dance like nobody’s watching.” And they LOVED it; responding with even more energy in their performance. See them and you and your glutes will thank me from all that booty shakin’.

6 1/2. When playing a saw, wedge it deep between your legs. And since you’ll probably have a tough time finding a saw to play I’ll only count that as half a tip.

Did we miss something in Athens? Just because we’ve already been, doesn’t mean we just might return. Drop us a suggestion on what to see and do in Athens and any other area of the country — hey, you just might see us in YOUR town!

One Woman and Her Bra

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010

Current Soundtrack: “Trying your Luck,” by: The Strokes

Did you ever have a day where you just couldn’t pick out the right shirt? A day where no matter what outfit you tried on, you just didn’t feel good in it? I like to think that’s what happened to the woman in the picture above. I pictured her standing in her closet, smoking a cigarrette and shaking her head in disappointment as she stared at the boring threads hanging in front of her. Then I imagined her throwing her hands in the air and saying, “You know what!? I’m just not going to wear a shirt today!”

Well whatever her real story was, I was on Manhattan’s Upper West Side when I snapped this photo of her rocking a bra, holding a cigarette with attitude and pulling her luggage behind her. She acted as though wearing a bra through the streets of NYC was the most normal behavior in the world. When an older man stared at her in disbelief she started laughing to herself and took a long, smooth drag of her lit cigg as she threw her head back and smiled. It almost made me want to rip off my own shirt and twirl it in the air like a baton. Hey and by the way — how about this little-known fact? It’s legal to go topless in New York City. Topless! Could you imagine how many heart attacks would happen if women just decided to run around with their bare chests exposed?

Anywho, thank you Manhattan woman and your bra. You made my day with your courage and free-spirit. While I will never feel comfortable enough to sport a bra or even a bathing suit top through the Big Apple streets, I commend you for doing so. If I ever see you again, I’m sitting down for a cup of coffee with you and learning your story. And don’t worry, wearing a shirt is optional.