Trayshelle crashed to earth 262 years ago. She's from the planet Discodiorama, which is in the galaxy of Studio 54. She likes to take centre stage in her very own 'pantomime diabolique' and spends most of her spare time transposing the mesmerizing melodies and prolific poems in her head onto her electronic recording device via her USB connection.
She is half boy, half girl, and doesn't like to be pigeonholed from a gender perspective. Is she a pretty boy... or a butch girl? She can be ANYTHING you want! Her music is... sort of like lots of things, but mostly Puerile Pop. Sometimes DANCY, sometimes TRANCY, and always FANCY!!!!
She travels the globe with her trusty canine manager/companion Trixiebelle O'Toole (me). Some people think it's weird that I am a dog, but Trayshelle says "Hey, she's cleverer than most humans, she doesn't snort cocaine, and she's cheap to feed". Trayshelle is a an animal lover and is passionate about animal rights, she says "A society can only be viewed as truly civilised when it cares for and respects it's animals in a compassionate way"
Trayshelle's hobbies are: biting her nails, dying her hair, and she must watch at least three Madonna videos a day!
I love running on the beach, pointing at seagulls and licking people.
Trayshelle had a short musical comedy career that ended tragically after her vocal chords snapped unexpectedly during a particularly challenging dance routine / dream sequence.
She worked briefly as a receptionist in a well known massage parlor, but was asked to leave after a rather nasty incident involving a riding crop, an ABBA CD, handcuffs, and a Groucho Marx Novelty Nose and Glasses.
She has been engaged 18 times, and all her fiancés have been fascinating handsome men, most of whom she met during convalescences in various psychiatric institutions and mental asylums throughout Europe and Eastern Africa. She says "They were all fabulously interesting, but all barking mad". None of her break-ups have been acrimonious, and she is still good friends with all of her ex's (except Enrique, whom she can't talk about, because charges are still pending).
She's very spiritual, and open to all types of religious experiences and belief systems, Tarot, Chakras, Crystals, Horoscopes, Kabbalism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Shamanism, Clairvoyance, Guru's and Faeries. You name it; she's done it, and believes that the world is a big enough place for all beliefs to cohabitate happily together. Some of Trayshelle's songs reflect her particular philosophies to life, love and spirituality. Trayshelles songs are inspired by her life, loves, travels.
Trayshelle has no family to speak of, she was hatched from a pod, transplanted in the hanging gardens of Babylon, She was raised by rabid dogs that roamed the streets of Calcutta, and didn't have the gift of human language until the age of 32, when she was rescued by a local "Sisters Of Mercy" and placed in a convent, where she took a vow of silence for the next 80 years of her life. It was there she discovered Ravi Shanker, and developed her love of the Tabla, which features in many of her songs.
Trayshelle loves writing and making music and hopes you enjoy the listening of it (feel free to boogie on down too). She would welcome any constructive and loving feedback.
New Slide Show !!!
I have taken the liberty of removing Trayshelles's old slide show because it didn't have enough pictures of me (Trixiebelle) in it!
" I have replaced it with some lovely pictures Trayshelle took out at "Heide" the other day. "Heide" is the Museum of Modern Art here in Melbourne and Trayshelle has a strange obsession with it's ghostly old bohemium inhabitants and visits there at every opportunitty.
"Heide" is located in Templestowe about 10 klms from the CBD and was the home of John and Sunday Reed who were famous Melbourne art patrons. Many well known antipodean artists lived and painted at "Heide". Trayshelle had a brief stint there in the 40's. She was there at the time of Albert Tucker, Joy Hester and Sidney Nolan.
Trayshelle earned her keep by singing the odd tune around "Heide" and acting as a life model for many painters there. It is rumoured that when Nolan painted the Ned Kelly series in the front room at "Heide" Trayshelle was the model and complained that the tin helmet was far too heavy for the long sittings.
Trayshelle's favourite time at "Heide" was sitting around the fire on chilly winter evenings, smoking her head off with "Norfolk Punch" in hand, discussing politics, history, art and literature and in particular Rimburd and Proust whom she and Mirca argued about incessantly.
"Heide" is made up of several buildings which are mostly now used as art galleries. The property has a beautiful garden and many of these photos are of plants in the "Kitchen" garden down from Heide II.
Sunday Reed also established a garden in memorium of her love affair with Sidney Nolan. It was called the "Heart" garden. Sunday tended the garden as a way of alleviating her broken heart. Trayshelle thought that was a beautiful sentiment but prefers the use of "VooDoo" dolls for that particular activity.
The slide show is Trayshelle's "Love Letter" to Heide and all the beautiful, interesting, artistic talented people who passed through her pink doors. Enjoy !
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Fellow manic depressives.
Anyone who digs her music.
Anyone who loves animals and actively seeks to help and protect them.
Any pagans or wiccans and nice Goths (not icky ones).
Anyone who is following a dream.
Anyone who is daring to be themselves in a world that demands and worships dreariness, conformity and sameness.
Anyone who is attempting to be environmentally responsible and acts accordingly.
Anyone who is kind and generous (I don't care if your hair is purple, you have ten piercings and you wearblack lipstick and leather, you know who you are).
Any gorgeous and interesting gay men
Anyone who is brave enough to speak the truth in a world where lies are preferred.
Any gorgeous, sexy, beautiful, interesting, people on the inside & out
Hail Oh Great One:
(Trayshelle's spiritual sister whome she was seperated from at birth. In a tragic twist of fate she went on to become an internationally reknown pop diva whilst Trayshelle was left to languish in pokies venues and local league clubs. She is the inspiration for everything Trayshelle does and continues to do. If anyone knows of her whereabouts they should let me know immediately)
YOU CAN PISS OFF IF: You are a crazy, right wing, conservative, intolerant Christian who has no idea what Jesus was talking about when he spoke of "Christian Values". Jesus was a very cool dude and YES he is ashamed of YOU especially when you misrepresent him so outragiously. Look up the word DELUDED in the dictionary.....YOUR PICTURE APPEARS.....
You own a gun and you enjoy killing defenceless creatures to satisfy your own pathetic overblown ego (go out and face them with your bare hands and see how far you get.....YOU COWARD !!!)
You are a BOGAN = Australian word for Redneck, Intolerant, Ignorant person who ideally wants the world to be populated with equally Narrow Minded, Boring, Colorless, Talentless, stupid people like themselves.
You don't give a shit about the environment and you think that the planet is yours to rape and pillage as you please without regard for any of your fellow creatures nor the generations to come. Some advice to you my friend: Get some calico shopping bags, trade in your four wheel drive (SUV) and stop eating dead animals!!!! Haven't you heard of "KARMA".
Anyone who thinks cleaning chemicals can't give you cancer.
Anyone who can't string three words together and who's head is filled with fairy floss and air.
Anyone who's only interest in life is shopping and themselves.
Anyone who is thinking of gratuatously promoting their crappo music on my site
Any singer who abuses modern technology to disguise the fact that they couldn't hit a musical note with a stick and have no talent to speak of.
If you want to debate any of these exclusions in a coherant, intelligent, respectful manner she will be happy to do so but if you send her "Hate Mail" she will delete it or send you a message with the phone number of the appropriate "Anger Management Centre" in your area.
PS: Trayshelle thinks that chick Natalie, out of the "Dixie Chicks", is a freaking legend who had the guts to say what everyone else was thinking but, in this environment of fear and loathing, was too scared to say......Go Natalie You Rock !!!!!
PPS: If Trayshelle has requested you as a friend it's because:
She digs your music.
She thinks you are talented.
You look and sound like an interesting person.
You look and sound like a nice kind person who cares about things (even if you have tatoos, multiple piercings and wear black lipstick).
You have expressed some values and opinions on your site that she thinks are "RIGHT ON".
PPPS: Also if Trayshelle posts a comment to you, it's not so she can gratuatously promote her music on your site it will be in response to something you have on your site and if she says she likes your music it's because she does. Trayshelle is too gorgeous and busy to be writing crappo comments to people she has nothing in common with.
Love & kisses & big sloppy licks
Trixiebelle
(for and on behalf of Trayshelle xxx)
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Trayshelle blossoms in Spring
a whimsical Trayshelle molto anni il passato
Goals of a Witch
1. Know thyself
2. Know the craft
3. Learn
4. Apply knowledge with wisdom
5. Achieve balance
6. Keep your words in good order
7. Keep your thoughts in good order
8. Celebrate life
9. Attune with the cycles of the earth
10. Breath & eat correctly
11. Exercise the body
12. Meditate
13. Honor the God & Goddess
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Dying Star
The day I let go of all my attachments,
Was the day I became free.
The day I realized how insignificant I was,
Was the day I was released from the tyranny of my own suffocating ego.
The day I realized that the kind of happiness I strived toward did not exist,
Was the day I faced my particular reality.
The day I realized that no-one can be relied upon,
Was the day I began to rely upon myself.
The day I finally surrendered to the universe,
Was the day I accepted death.
The day I no longer feared death,
Was the day I finally became alive.
We live on a dying star.
The planet reflects our own troubled psych's.
And as I gaze into the night sky,
I wonder how many have done it before?
And have failed just as we have.
Trayshelle x
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