Lifespan of a Chennette

So, Ewe did this really interesting meme a week or so ago, and she was hilarious. Plus, being you know, really deep, and artistic She had to be, to have survived 2 bands and a solo career in the music biz. I tried it right away, but since I couldn’t find Paint in the wee hours of the morning to edit my album cover, I didn’t get around to posting. And my rock star life really isn’t connected to this blog, but I am on a bit of an intellectual break anyway. What am I talking about? Well, see, it’s like this:

1. Click on this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first title on the page is the name of your band.

2. Click on this link: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. Finally, click on this link: http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

You then take the pic and add your band name and the album title to it, then post your picture.

My Hitherto Unknown Rock Star History:

My first outing in the cutthroat recording world was as part of an all girl wannabe-rebel band Born Rich. To quote the recent Rolling Stones article on Bands You Blinked and Missed:

“Born Rich, with its debut title “is the best revenge” imploded during the promotional tour from the weight of all the over-privileged, entitled and fragile egos of the children of former rock-stars and miscellaneous celebrities that made up the band. None of them have continued to murder music, but the lead former wailer currently makes a substantial living from the tabloid payments for her staged antics and borrowed fame.

I managed to move away from the stigma attached to that disaster, and participated in a much more healing experience as part of the nature-communing Fraternity of Peoples. While it was indeed a transcendental journey recording the album “Mind With Canned Chatter” our soothing bell ringing, and melodiously expressed, but wordless rage against the information age was misunderstood by many. Well, misunderstood by many and ignored by pretty much everyone else.

I tried for a last ditch solo attempt, but Alsou was already a star in Russia, and making money by the sounds of it…

And so I came to the world of blogging. Which doesn’t make a living, or get me headlines, but it’s something. I invite anyone who has time they want to kill, and a sense of humour waiting to be let out, to go relive their glory days and discover their rock band past. Maybe VH1 will be calling you up for a Behind the Music special, ro some such thing.