Childhood Memory – White Zombie & My first song

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Hello Creeps.

Whilst at work, I was watching the music video for White Zombie’s More Human than Human. When I was a little girl, I used to hear and watch this video all the time. That is the band that caught my attention with bass. Especially, since a female was on the bass guitar. Me being the little curly haired blonde that I was would secretly pretend I was Sean Yseult.

Image from Google Images.

Image from Google Images.

Yep. Thanks to Sean I was inspired to up the bass. Although it wasn’t easy. I first tried out drums. But drums didn’t feel “me” at all. I felt off. It wasn’t my place nor in my heart. In the school band I was a clarinetist, but at home I would start practicing bass material on this cheapo off-brand bass guitar that was picked up at a fire station garage sale. I’ve always been attracted to the sound of the bass. Whether it’s in a Groovy metal tone such as White Zombie, Heavy Doom like in Type O, and my favorite DISTORTION! For some reason, the sound of the bass felt in my heart. I could relate, pour my heart out and just play for hours.

Old Picture of good ol' Me.

Old Picture of good ol’ Me.

The first song that I came up with was of Halloween creatures. I would stand up in front of my grandma’s dishwasher – so I could see my reflection – and sing as loud and lovely as I could about the moon, the stars, and the “skelskins” (skeletons – gimmie a break! I was 3!). I would continue to sing on about how the creatures weren’t scary at all but how they were my friends. (if that didn’t hint to the fact that I would turn into this:

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

I do not know..)

Back to my tale, I would always sing songs that had a sort of story. All coming from my imagination. As a young adult, I see that I am still that person. Music is my calling and will never leave me. Being a vocalist and bass player means a lot to me. It’s where I know everything is okay. It’s where I know my imagination is still alive within me. Creativity never dies. I am proud to be of the imaginative kind. So many people grow up to become the stereotype that you must let dreams die and sacrifice your well being for it all.

That my friends, isn’t the case. What is the point of living life a lie when you could be living the life you’ve always wanted and enjoy it?

Have a dreadful Thursday mourning.

— Mercy Desdemona —

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Pizza on my Pick

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Hello Creeps.

Due to my lack of ability to sleep, I seem to get in these weird deep thinking remembering modes once in a while. I remember when I was a little girl, I would tell my dad stories while we were going places in his truck. One of the family favorites that they seem to love to pick on me about is the tale of Pizza on my Pick.

The tale was about a man who one day decided to sit on a random log. He was sad all because he had pizza on his pick and he didn’t know what to do. His friend the frog hopped away and he was worried about him. He couldn’t get to the stream because it was to far away on foot and he didn’t have a boat-car. (Yeah that’s right, a boat-car.) He cried and cried and tried to play his guitar but he couldn’t because of the pizza on his pick.

I was a very strange child. I would sing and sing and sing in my grandma’s kitchen about the “Moon and the stars and the Skelskins!” I remember watching Beetlejuice when I was younger and it has been my favorite film ever since.

Enough with childhood memories.

– Mercy Desdemona