While we were sleeping, Oh My Goodness ("OMG") was in the kitchen fixing us song sammiches made with Wonderbread, filled with ooooey goooey LOVE fillings, and squish’d together by hand.

And, just who is this Oh My Goodness, any which way? Well, I’ll tell ya – thanks heaps for askin’. She’s a smarty pants graduate of H to the iz –A, V to the –arvard. She’s a musical wunderkind (plays piano, bass and guitar). And, in the interest of full disclosure, ummmmm….she is also my "my oh, my oh, my oh, my oooH, my booo."* Translation : she’s my sweet patootie, booda bug of a baby sister, Therese Workman.

Now, you have a choice, dear reader. You could either pitch a fit and scream about nepotism and the appalling lack journalistic integrity I am displaying, or…OR…you could be thankful that I’m here to give ya the inside scoop on what might be one of the most singular artists to hit the scene since Milli Vanilli (a major musical influence on OMG, btw). People, I cross my heart and tell you that I’m not a crook. I am not corrupt. On the contrary, I view myself as a halo-rockin’ journalistic humanitarian on a selfless mission to get y’all the goods. This is not about helping OMG, it’s about helping the rest of us, by using my sibship proximity for a worthy cause. Because on top of being her adoring big sister, I’m also an honest-to-goodness, cross my heart and hope to eat a fry, diehard fanof this artist. So, let’s put aside those silly little reservations about "fairness" and just get to know the musical miracle that is OMG. Did I mention that my baby went to Harvard? Okay, alright….the interview….

BL: Do you have my pink Rocaweart-shirt with the afro-puffs chick on the front?

OMG: may i please keep my jacket on for this interview? And, how 'bout we shut off this lamp real quick?

BL: The Workmans are known for wit, overdeveloped calf muscles and hideous tempers. How does the Workman family "curse" (i.e. genetically-enhanced moodiness) inform your creative process, if at all?

OMG: i got the part of the curse where "over-developed calf muscles" meant "just put some extra on the thigh." but you knew that……to say that my Workman Temper informed my creative process is an understatement. in my childhood, there was nary a fisher-price toy left unmarked by some type of musical outburst (i.e. beat the shidd out of it in time with Hall and Oates' "Man-Eater") or anger blow-out (i.e. beat the shidd out of it in time with my heartbeat). i think our passion/moodiness/hypersensitivity has something to do with being so in tune with everything going on around us. we can't turn it off. you can ask a Workman what the third person in line at Burger King yesterday was ordering and the tone she used when ordering it. because we know. it's not that we're nosy, it's just that we're on. and that can be both a blessing and a curse. to feel the fire of a thousand suns in one booster shot, being able to hear what every ant in the sand is saying, smelling that the milk in the closed fridge has turned, and sensing a twinge of disappointment in a friend's voice and elevating it to certain abandonment -- it's all so intense and unrelenting. while we don't have an excuse to be so moody, we definitely have an explanation. for me, creating something just comes from that overflow. so much is being felt all of the time, and the only place it makes sense to me to force those feelings to follow a structure is in songwriting.

BL: Were you the one who stretched out the boobie spaces on my yellow, tulip-sleeved sweater with the pink ribbing detailing at the cuffs?

OMG: that would have to be Stephanie. I believe you mentioned something about "tulip-sleeves" and I just sorta blacked out to the shot-putting days of my youth. if it's not a t-shirt, i probably am using it to insulate my windows. I SAID ASK STEPHANIE.

BL: You have a song, “Bubblebath.” Lyrics: bubble bath feel good. bubble bath feel good. What were you really trying to say there?

OMG: I think I was trying to communicate that the act of taking a bubble bath; I mean – of  actually putting one’s body into warm, sudsy liquids is pleasant.

BL: In what sense?

OMG: In the sense that it feeeels nice.

BL: Bubble baths DO feel good. And so, my friends, does shameless, unapologetic NEPOTISM.

Black lily(aka A.C. Workman)is a san diego based freelance writer whose work has appeared in HONEY, BUST, Heart & Soul and YMIB.  Currently a regular contributor to CLUTCH online mag, Ms. Lily has decided put all of her attention into prepping for her next interview subject…STEPHANIE WORKMAN!

"Oh My Goodness"(aka Therese Workman) composes, performs, and produces her lo-fi/puffed-out-chested ditties from the comfort and constraints of her home studio. A classically trained pianist/percussionist and contemporarily trained computerist, her songs are anthems for the hairbrush-in-the-bathroom-mirror rockstar in all of us. Program your calculator watch and pick out your Natural, bang a drum like Sheila E.