Vile Kingdom: Vocals  Wes Raiden: Drums
Charlemagne Parsons: Bass/ Vocals  Ayumi Sakashita: Keys/ Vocals  Arcody Ruin: Guitar
| By birth, my name is Melissa Kingdom Folzenlogen, in case you were wondering. I know I sure was, because apparently it was supposed to be Kingdom Harmony Folzenlogen. Dodged a bullet there, huh? I began singing since before I remember, but my family did. They said I would run around, before I started school, singing improvised songs about joy and life and the things that interested or bothered me, and they would have interesting chord progressions and resolve, with time alterations. My biological father being a musician, it confused him thoroughly. I went to P.S. 173, and began a long and extremely painful career in music, particularly in Violin study. I went to MSM summer camp one year by recommendation of a beloved theory teacher of mine, Mrs. Barlow. There I met Wes, and things just kind of went from there. Originally, my attention span was very short, so I was not able to finish even a single song, but one day Wes purposefully goaded me into finishing my songs, which really began Circadian Clock. I owe that very much to her. I went to Mott Hall middle school, then Laguardia High school for violin. High school went on, I met Charlemagne, Wes met Ayumi, and my friend Henry brought Arcody to me on a random day to hang out, jam and record. Circadian, in the past, has had horrible luck with guitarists (*cough* CRAZY *cough*), but I have much faith in Arcody. I get the same happiness from watching him play that I did when I first heard my other band members play, a feeling in my heart that said "This is right. This will work." When I'm not playing or making music, I'm doing things like managing the band, reading manga, eating horrific pre-made food, or destroying Ayumi at Tekken. So, thank you for sticking with us, and now, myself being liberated from guitar duties, I am now free to sing out like never before, and bring to you the greatest show that I possibly can. ______________________________________________________ Hey, beautiful people! I’m Wes, Westopher, Westopholus, Wesbot, Westafarius or any other combination of Wes and a random word.
I’ve been drumming since third grade, when drum sets were more like castles that towered over me.
Melissa and I met at Manhattan School of Music summer camp, where we were both studying our respective instruments.
I’ve studied classical percussion and drum set at Manhattan School of Music Summer Camp (for about seven years!), Mannes prep program and I am currently taking lessons at Oberlin College (not Conservatory).
I’m into any type of music as long as it’s good, but I mostly listen to rock, Jazz and Tegan and Sara.
I love Riot Grrrl bands, chick drummers, animals, cuddling, queer movies, anarchism done right, radical activism, musicals, and of course, my band. I’m proud to be a queer, dyke, feminist, activist, vegetarian, musician, Puerto Rican, New Yorker.
___________________________________________________________ My name is Louie. I live my life based not on impulse, but on persistent and consistent obsession, finding myself drowning in thoughts and reveries of what I want, need, or want to need. As I've always heard or seen things that I knew I shouldn't, I've lived in constant fear of developing schizophrenia, but it's safer to say I'm afraid of my own imagination. The line between imagination and reality completely blurs when I find myself angry at something that I just thought up, a complete lie. Regardless, the ceaseless wandering I do in my own head puts me at ease.
When I was younger, my taste in music was questionable. I would only listen to instrumental music and would even proclaim that the song was ruined once anyone started singing. At about age 4, I found myself very unhappy because my sister was leaving to go to school every day and because of this I would go to my mom's room, close the door, pop in a Kenny G. CD and stare at the ceiling and cry until the last track played. Basically, my musical journey up until now has been sporadic, censored and misguided. I originally wanted to play the trumpet, but my parents said I would get hamster cheeks. I was shown a picture of Dizzy Gillespie and was scarred for life. My parents then enrolled me in the same piano classes as my sister, but it wasn't for me so I just started singing.
But one night I dreamt of the bass and that's when my persistent and consistent obsession kicked in. In three days I bought a bass and in six months, Vile found me playing on a rock in Central Park.
__________________________________________________________ Born a happy child sometime in 500 B.C.E., Ayumi C. Sakashita was raised first under the less-than-censored care of a raging pansexual, in the happier times of her life. When this half-asian, half-caucasian male had fled the scene in pursuit of his dream of becoming an English teacher, Ayumi was graciously taken in by the economically and financially deprived half-black, half-Japanese chick with green hair who, upon claiming guardianship, became chronically deprived of food. Ayumi is now put up for adoption due to the severe stomachaches (accredited to hunger) she gives her foster mother, who upon putting up this notice also earnestly discourages any adoption of this vampirical leech by the presently-hungry.
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Howdy. My name is not Arcody. In high school I really felt as if I tapped into something when I first met Alex. We were best friends. We're not anymore. I don't know what happened to him. Chances are he doesn't know what happened to me. He got me into guitar and from there on I just wanted to have some life in the future where the instrument was a very strong part of it. Music is probably the greatest puzzle I've ever been involved in as it's seemingly never ending, always managed to grip my interest by the neck and above all, it's kept me charming. That was a joke. Not really. But seriously. Yes. I owe my youth to music. |
