The music. . .

happenings of my life in a quick blurb.
february 16th
tv spot on Park City t.v. where I get to play a ditty and promote full band show. watch. listen. mmmbuddy.
february 18th
full band show. velour. provo. ut. be there, be square yada yada, it's going to be a ball. other amazing female leads present.
coming soon to an internet connection near you
my own website. bless you trey, bless you.
all the fans 
you're the glue holding my vulnerable musician's frame together. this isn't possible without you and your support, feedback, money hehe, etc.

 just in case you want to come support me in a big moment aka, the full band show!

** kgotlotstodoloveyoubye ** 

a few . . .

random and late night thoughts/flashbacks.

Spoke with "fish" today on the phone.  What a breath of fresh air, I think it was our first tolerable phone conversation.  Enjoyable even!  Probably because the pressure was gone.   If the others had been recorded, they would go down in awkward history, and I'm not quite sure why.  Just take my word for it.  That's a new idea, a website with awkward conversations. We'll call it . . . MCAA "my convos are awkward" copyright 2011

When I performed at Terra Mia this week, I told the boisterous audience that if they enjoyed my music to find me on facebook, iTunes, etc.  Then proceeded to open my arms out into a pre-hug position and stated "come, follow me".  Needless to say, a blushed face and sacrilegious apology were my true followers after such a weird and painful mistake.

Also, while performing at Terra Mia, I covered Regina Spektor's "Folding Chair" and for the first time, attempted to recreate her epic dolphin sounds.  An immediate regret washed over me the second I opened my mouth to make the first squeak, but since it was much too late to take it back, I confidently owned it.  I think those were the loudest cheers and chuckles I've heard in my music performing career.
NTRS, (note to rockstar self) the more confident and goofy you are, the higher the profits.

*too many acronyms? so sorry. . .

I THOUGHT I invented a new word (kermudgen) when i couldn't remember the name of the game kanasta, but alas, much to my creative dismay, the dictionary has given us "Curmudgeon"  -

a bad-tempered, difficult, cantankerous person.  Now if you can tell me what cantankerous means without looking it up, i will send you eflowers . . . or something. 

mmm yep that's all.

one more thing, though to end on a spiritual note.

I was sitting in the temple and I read Helaman 5:12 

It hit me.

My foundation needs to be built upon Christ, it doesn't matter if I live in Utah, California, or Algeria (tunisia, lybia, egypt, sudan, and chad, and niger, mali, mauritania . . . getting carried away) 

The place isn't the issue.  My faith and testimony are the answer. 

 k loves, goodnight

My album . . .

Has FINALLY made it into the cyber world for purchase

iTunes

Amazon

Zune

you name it.

just search for Jules Morrow. . . quite exhilarating!

Click here for iTunes purchase

or just go comment and rate, PLEASE, I need all the help I can get!

 also, tell all of your friends!

Much love!

i miss it . . .

much more than i would like.

i'm freezing here. FREEZING.

i'm surrounded by people who aren't very interested in adding yet another friend into their manic lives.

i'm sick of the parties where you spend all night speaking to people you will never see again. and i have myself to blame because i keep finding myself attending.

i'm finished running indoors.

*this time last year, I was outside watching the parade of lights as boats on the harbor sailed by, that's my kind of winter activity!*

I would give just about anything to be back in SoCal

with the beach

with the ocean

with the sun

with my mountain where i can dance with no inhibition

with good friends who were there in an instant.  Really good people.

with outdoor runs next to strawberry fields

i need a serious pick me up so i can quit whining.  i also need jane and laura to move home from byu and usu, they have been my sanctuaries!

i know it's been awhile since i've blogged about anything so lets end on a positive note :)

I got to talk to cindersoot on christmas.  she is workin away in Germany and i miss her more than anything in the world.  she is an angel!

You'll notice . . .

I have my entire album up for your listening pleasure on the left hand side of the blog. . . 

Finally.

Note:

if you click on the button that says "playlist" below the play/pause button, you can click on any of the 12 songs to play them.  Or just listen to them, shuffled :)

If you enjoy it enough to keep listening sayyyy . . . in your car or iPod, shoot me an email and you can purchase it.

Thank you EVERYONE for the incredible feedback. I literally couldn't have had the patience and will to do this without you.

Love!!

Could anything . . .

possibly matter more, than knowing that Christ lives and is our Savior?

So beautiful.

My reason . . .

for waking up everyday.

*Jeanne Calment, oldest person who ever lived, 122 years.*

I was watching a TED video in regards to people who live past 100 years. 

One of the qualities these people all had in common was a reason for living. They each knew why they continue to wake up every morning and start all over.  As I sat there listening to the speaker, I realized that I couldn't come up with an answer as quickly as the 110 year old man.  

So I will ponder it, and sleep on it every night until I wake up one morning and it hits me. 

I have a general idea, but I think I'd like to narrow it down to a couple of firm sentences. . . after all, I want to live to be as old as the lady holding her great great . . . GREAT grand daughter. unreal.

happy, healthy aging.

so much class . . .

*together we'll soot them, probably my favorite picture from the album art*

I have.

been eating and sleeping the day away.  Feel like it would usually be considered a waste but in my case, it certainly was necessary!  I need to rebuild.

Last night was epic for me.  So many emotions and love in one room.  People who have helped raise me, to brand new friends I'd met days before.  I just feel so blessed with genuine people in my life who support me in all my crazy dream chasing.

I made a goodly amount from CD sells,   s l o w l y   on my way to covering all the cost of producing the darn expensive investment! 

More importantly, my music is in the hands of many people who I hope can take the messages I've learned and learn something from them.

Do you know how SCARY it is to be a part of entertainment???  I chose each song very carefully to put on the album, knowing that I could potentially be responsible for the emotions of the listeners.  God had his hand in the whole thing, so many of the songs were inspired to uplift in one way or another.  Honestly, I don't want all of your emotional dwelling on my head at the last day.  You know those people . . . who run into their room furious, bawling and blare screamo rock.  Or those heartbroken souls who listen to breakup songs over and over again until their hearts are more shattered?

Music is a powerful tool.  It can c.o.n.t.r.o.l our emotions so well.  No emotion is bad. I don't believe that.  But I do think that we have a choice to listen to music that won't make us more upset than we were in the first place, or more heartbroken.  Trust me, I've experimented with this many times.  

I knew that each song had to help (with it's insane influential ways) the listeners feel something more positive.  There's enough crap trash in the world.  I want to provide a haven through music.  and I hope that I've done just that.

I already have a couple payed gigs lined up and many potential gigs.  Let the fun begin!!

P.S. my body has never hurt so bad then when I woke up at 5:30 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep.  a mixture of emotional, physical, and mental anxiety, added with an empty stomach.  The second I ate something, my body thanked me graciously

Thank you to all those that came!  For those who want CDs, email me and I'll let you know the details of getting one!

morrow.julie@gmail.com

Loves!!!

Blar. . .

blar blar blar

i have so many thoughts that i would like to get down in this here public space of blogosphere

but i'm tired. i haven't eaten a thing all day. i'm emotionally, physically, and mentally worn down.

blar blar blar

i will see you back here tomorrow with a recap.

final . . .

CALL.

the details of the concert this Friday, December 3rd at 7:00

My CD is a debutante, preparing to be presented to society on Friday.

2496 East 6200 South SLC, UT

This is kind of a big. deal.  I've accomplished a life long (minus the first 18 years of my life) dream.  So, I guess what I'm saying is . . . if you wanna come support a leetle local musician, then head on over.  I would love to see your faces.  I will have sharpies on hand to sign those dazzling CDs just for YOU.  Let's see if we can strike a bonanza!

Thank you and much love.

Euphoria . . .

and Diet Coke

I wrote this song and it sounds extremely chipper and chill.  But I'm going to take the opportunity and explain the message I am trying to get across through it.

"Euphoria and diet coke, never will they mix cause the latter kills the former when we drink from fear of losing bliss."

 *some people can't sleep in their houses because their loved ones are sooo addicted to STUFF*

I have been watching television this weekend (don't get your undies in a bundle, I've been sick with a nasty cold, I still HATE tv) and of course all I watched was Criminal Minds because I can't get enough of trying to solve why people act the way they do.  Anyways . . . commercials for the show "Hoarders" came on about 50 bajillion times and I thought, holy smokes, Satan will use anything he can to stir us up and get us to hand over our control, our agency to a THING, a MINDSET, a HOBBY.

Whether you are a:

Hoarder

Diet Coke addict

Chocolate addict

Obsessive Exerciser

Alcoholic

Sex addict

Drug addict

Video Game addict

Food addict

BLOG addict

Chick Flick addict

Internet addict

Book addict

Money addict

Narcissist 

. . .  you get the idea, the list will continue forever

All of these things keep us from feeling.  They keep us from having healthy, normal relationships.  It's odd though, because all of these things are used because we THINK they will just take away the emotion that causes us pain, but in reality, they just continue to numb our senses so we end up feeling nothing (including happiness).

I've never had to deal with Diet Coke as an addiction, I actually dislike soda, but it came to me quickly because I live in Mormon town where none of us drink alcohol, but I've seen so many people who are addicted to Diet Coke, they can't function and breathe without it.

a little over 2 months ago, I remember saying to myself "I need chocolate, I don't have any, I NEED IT. I have to go get some"  I stopped ranting, sat down and realized, I don't NEED chocolate, but I've become dependent on it (typical right?? a girl who loves chocolate).  So I decided it was time to break the habit.  I've been clean since that day, and plan on staying Dove and Hershey free until my Marathon in April (6 months).  Then I can SLOWLY bring chocolate back into my life in healthy amounts.  I know it sounds a little crazy, but I feel like some of my agency is back into my life.  My thoughts don't revolve around peanut butter cups and double chocolate milk from Starbucks.  I've created more room in my life to feel.

We are creepin on that time of year when everyone will begin setting goals again.  My wish for all of you is that you will add to that list something that has taken away your agency.   Learn how to control and master yourself (even in a small way), and start to FEEL something.

good . . .

friends and connections. 

They're rare. very rare.

moving home has been much easier than anticipated (sort of like this crazy storm everyone has been gearing up for) but it still holds an emptiness that I knew would be there from the beginning.

that lonely feeling.

as if no one understands what is going on inside of you and as if no one can see the perspective that you see.

But then I remembered Allie. plus a few other angels that i will get to in the future.

I feel connected to her. she helps me feel alive and beautiful without even trying (or maybe she does try but hides it well)  

I have seen her only a couple of times since moving home but every time i do, it's a breath of fresh air, like a window that's been freed open after a year of being painted shut.  Her confidence is inspiring, her perseverance illuminating,  and her composure classy.  

Allie is one of those girls whose outward beauty is magnificent, the boys throw themselves at her feet.  But she is soooo much more.  She holds so much hidden beauty that would take years to uncover and see.  This is why I look up to her so much.  She is who she is.  She enjoys fashion and beauty, even Lauren Conrad's book and she don't care who know it!! But she is intelligent and delves into the deep waters, she is independent and strong, but knows that "Love is all you need"

Thank you.  Thank you for being yourself, it inspires me to be me (painted fingernails, long shiny hair, pretty dresses, healthy food, and running) because i've been so utterly concerned that if people see beauty on the outside, they won't have to (or want to) look and find what lies beneath the surface.  

And YOU have proved me wrong.  

I'm just a feminine 21 year old girly girl who thinks her hair is a canvas for creating a new masterpiece every day.  I'm just a self published musician who pays all tributes to God.  I'm just a frail Latter Day Saint who needs and loves frequent Draper Temple attendance followed by singing hymns a'cappella in my car while parked near a look out.  I'm just Jules, Julie, J, Jewel and there may be many of you with my same title or nicknames, but none with my same heart.  and That is Christy's Secret.

It's Here . . .

Stay tuned for Details . . . thank you. much love!

i want . . .

*there she is, in all her beauty, the cover of thee album, get it? soot? black?? sooty? also, if you don't like it, that's just too darn bad. i feel like i carried that baby for 9 long months before birthing it, i know weird analogy, i'm going to be quiet now*

to cry.

now why do i want to cry?  because it has been ever so stressful doing this album art design by myself and taking matters into my own hands when i am no graphic designer.  but it had to be done by a deadline. and i actually LOVE it.  that's one of the only benefit of doing this "pulling my hair out" project by myself.

but i want to crawl in a corner now and waste away because i can't remember the last time stress hit me so hard.  yup, being a rockstar ain't always that pretty

blessed am i, for a friend who flew in with a red cape and saved my day, you heard me mr. ingebretsen, you saved me.

*does anyone else feel that this movie is extremely underrated??*

right now, i feel like the brave little toaster, yes, i give myself THAT much credit for:

*opening up my heart to a boy

*putting myself out there even with the fear of rejection with ANOTHER boy in the same night

*designing my own cd album art in a few short days

*performing a song on the same day that i wrote it 

one week and all those events. mhmm . . . fears can eeeat myyy dust.

NOW, this week will be the craziest week since moving home.  when i say crazy i mean emotionally crazy, physically crazy, crazy fun, i will get zeeero sleep.  it starts with a concert, a highly anticipated midnight movie full of madness, and two dates to wrap it all up (see, good things come from putting yourself on the line).  let us hope that not both dates go soooo well that it makes decisions difficult. (cricket, cricket)

someday, i'll be able to blog again

like a normal human being, living a perfectly chaotic life.

hey you . . .

i've put out my first single publicly to the world.

CLICK HERE

I'm betting you could go over to my FB page (i linked it for you), LIKE it, and then listen.

But, because the blogworld is much more eloquent than the facebook world, I will post the lyrics, just for you. . .  (blar blar blar, jules thinks she is sooo noble and generous just because she posts her lyrics)

"Cool as We"

(this song was written for and inspired by my cousin and her husband sara and george [trey] richards)

I was born with a sun-bound driven eye 

and you said that you were too

We'll buy that weird disguise just to protect those eyes

mine'll be lime green and yours cotton candy blue

oooh oooh oh oh  oooh oooh oh oh

Someday when we are 45, 

we're struttin' like we've just found life

pondering on the edge of something new. 

Promise that you'll take my hand 

and sit us in the whitest sand, 

kiss me weak, relay a joke or two.

oooh oooh oh oh  oooh oooh oh oh

We'll remember a time when they saw us fly off as the sun set 

but earth's fireball stayed up all night 

and we heard them yelling "how could that be?" 

you turned to me and chuckled out "no one is as cool as we" 

oooh oh oh oooh oooh oh oh

I still vow that I'll whisk you away 

to a place where the rain claims spontaneity

and the sun will kiss your apple cheeks 

before we sleep at night where you'll be by my side

oooh oooh oh oh oooh oooh oh oh

We'll remember a time when they saw us fly off as the sun set 

but earth's fireball stayed up all night 

and we heard them yelling "how could that be?" 

you turned to me and chuckled out "no one is as cool" 

We'll remember a time when they saw us fly off as the sun set

but earth's fireball stayed up all night 

and we heard them yelling "how could that be?" 

you turned to me and chuckled out

you turned to me and chuckled out

you turned to me and chuckled out "no one is as cool as we" 

oooh oh oh oooh oooh oh oh

mmmmkay love you bye