The Sum of Its Parts…

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The cover for our non-existant album: Alien Slugs & the Dirty, Dirty Dish Water

As a young child, I was obsessed with the overly dramatic. The flashy, the amazing, the unnatural, the fantastic… Bowie, Madonna, Toulouse-Loutrec, Love, Hensen, Escher… These media darlings, so intent on attention whoring, amazed and fascinated this latch-key kid from a small town. I would get out of class, walk the lonely walk home (Often going waaaay out of my way to walk people home who could care less if I was there or not just to have the company!) and spend my afternoons with a good book, a box of cookies, a piano and MTV a lot of MTV. For me, the Muppet-magic of Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem turned into the real life antics of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Soon came Madonna and by 16, I’d become a teenager partially raised by  these mavens of personality. The likes of Hole and Nine Inch Nails took over my sensibilities. Talent I had, but recognition I didn’t, so I traded sweet girl in plaid and curls for combat boots, flannel, leather, goth… Stripper-chic to librarian specs, I’ve tried them all and I have to say: I’m no good at any of them!

Over the course of my nearly 34 years, I’ve been crushed in a car and rebuilt, I’ve garnered a degree, with honors, and have taken on the pursuit of another, I’ve become a mother of twins… I’ve learned to play, marginally, the piano, the guitar, the drums and the game of rummy.  ;) I’ve been diagnosed with MS, I’ve changed my hair color more times than I can recall. I’ve owned two houses, 7 cars and have lived in places as picturesque as the view from my old apartment downtown to as dingy as the mouse infested trailer I lived in during college. I’ve held the oddest sounding yet most mundane jobs you’d ever think of yet this desire for fame and attention, the need to create something that will add to society in some truly meaningful way or simply make people stop and think, remains…

Such is the conflict of life?

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