MUSICAL BACKGROUND AND NOTABLE HISTRIONICS
Young classical flute player and bookworm in small Wisconsin town struggles with misunderstood and often negated Desire To Rock; much drama ensues. Childhood peculiarities include early meditation alternating with temper tantrums. Teen years feature guileless sexual curiosity and embroidering names of boyfriends on soles of her feet with colored thread. College psych major supposedly cracks her soul's code, buys one-way Ticket to Paradise. Not really, to Los Angeles, California. Leaves family and friends, snow and mosquitoes to pursue music career fame and fortune and, yeah, capital-L Love. So cliché.

Sings back-up vocals in first band, sleeps with lead guitarist, band breaks up. Also cliché. Begins writing songs. Later, forming new band, interviews a drummer named "Stix" who claims to "not be from here" (i.e., Earth). Near-Spinal-Tap cliché, but, oddly, she didn't invent this particular pageant.

Buys an electric guitar and amplifier, determined to bypass need for guitarist in band. Takes lessons from hot-shot guitarist (future hot-shot husband), ends up forming a band. Writes a bunch more songs, plays the clubs, records song demos, follows music industry "path to success" as outlined in Music Connection magazine. Records full-album CD, takes it on the road.Knuckles sore and bloodied from knocking on industry doors; ego sore from blindly following "The Path." Repeats process anyway, sinking in more cash, creative energy and chaos. Kicks self to career curb. Cries like a baby when no one is looking.

CONTINUING THE DRAMA
A soap opera produced out of striving for attainment of elusive record deal, financial wealth, and perfect love leads to living on friends' sofas and in bare garages, working, not working, playing, not playing, being in love and out as fast as creative ideas flowed. Back to school to study guitar and piano; starts playing bass, too.

Moves, moves again, again, again. More soul-searching and reassessment of music career goals reveals new understanding, new needs, and new incentives. One more move, this time out of Los Angeles to central California  Back to small town living, the echo of her own voice across the chasm, and thusly quasi-quashed motivation, but with refreshed outlook, broader, more efficacious ability, and deeper, more satisfying creativity.

COLORFUL CHARACTERIZATION AND EDITED ENIGMATA
Incurable romantic meets die-hard pragmatist. Stays up late, sleeps in. Hates to talk about self, loves the limelight. Doesn't like being in crowds. Thinks she has a force field. Undiagnosed obsessive-compulsive disorder meets free spirit. Martyr meets Madonna (yes, the pop icon). Closet Fashionista shops at second-hand stores. Indeterminate "Super Taster" status.

Analyst becomes Rebel becomes Judge becomes Artist becomes Critic. Have tantrum. Fall to floor. Blue lips. Breathe. Add borrowed chord. Finish the damn song. Do it all again.

Forget comparing apples and oranges, she's comparing quarks and song lyrics. Imagine a thick headed Denial-Is-A-River-In-Egypt type crossed with a solemn mountaintop dweller, add Theremin, a bit of twisted humor, and a lot of poetry. Stylistic and cerebral eccentric with verve for turning bland conversation spicy.

Major overuse of Thesaurus and the word "fantastic," major under-use of deep fryer and drive-through lanes, as well as principles of Harvard School of Economics (according to some "scholars"). (Note: Wanted to use Thesaurus on that sentence, but opted out, for once).

Hears brownies calling to her after dinner, even when there are none available (Note: Avoided cliché use of "Chocoholic," also did not consult Thesaurus, but repeating word 'cliché' in this sentence exemplifies egregiously narcissistic writing).

Makes up words like "enigmata," "vocalikenesses," and "supercilious" (oh, that one's already a word). Never liked that song "Radar Love," in spite of its excellent concept, production value, and radar-like love in her life.

Could be coaxed into writing more songs with a gift of fine red wine, big wads of cash, or a trip to France. Will likely write them anyway, but won't care what you think, even if you do pony up. (Smooch)