AquaVenus was born as a fully grown woman in the year 2000. Cosmic dust mixed with the sun and the sea and some eighth note triplets all combined to form her embodiment. Much to her relief there was no past to contend with, and until now, no future either. But then a question materialized; could I should I would I play some music?
This musical desire started as a personal quest to learn how to play. Music was like a seed planted in her DNA that was activated late one night. A singer, a musician, a bass player, a person, a persona, a band; AquaVenus above all else is in love with music, all kinds of music.
Exploring the parameters of music in the early days with zeal and zest, she played in various rock bands and once even at the 1996 Olympics in ....Atlanta.... with band called boobytrap. Her biggest concert ever happened at the 1995 Atlanta MidTown music festival playing for 10,000 people. It was a blast! And then the band fell apart
Goodbye cruel world, she said and formed an electronica duo which then played at Skip Willimason’s art opening at the Eye Drum gallery. No one came, but it was still very cool. Skip Williamson’s art shows are always good for meeting strange denizens of the world. I guess his art is the bug light that attracts all us crazy moths. I’m srill trying to get him to remember the cool couple who are creating a Lollapalooza in ....Costa Rica..... I want to play it of course!
Perhaps you think I am confused sounding on my page these days with many styles of music in various states of polish and un-polish. Yes songs like Let It Die are rough ideas that I just impulsively uploaded. Hello! This is just me looking for myself. Am I here? I tend to find myself in the art that I do, without even knowing I am looking. And maybe precisely because I am not.
People ask me all the time when I will play out again. It’s a valid question I ask myself often. I am starting to visualize it so perhaps it’s coming soon. Ever since I decided to learn how to record my own music, it’s been a serious and ongoing endeavor to bring it up to a professional sound. Capturing perfected scenes of beauty, hope and tragedy in the ear is a wonderful thing. But after a time, I see it causes a blatant counter reaction in me that simply blasts out in the form of “I just don’t care what notes I play” bass anddrum jams.
So this is the dichotomy you currently hear on my page… pretty polished songs side by side with free-form musical expressions from my deep unconscious. I am starting to toy with what sort of live show this might create. Will it be the sounds of perfected beauty that reside in my head? Will I be able to achieve the carefree aggressive bass playing that happens when no one is looking? I guess I’ll only be satisfied when I can have both.
I’m a new kind of crazy every week, whatever sort will it be next?
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