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About Me

Tempest is an artistic maelstrom whose expression is as multifaceted as her origins. Currently arising from the dripping shore of the notorious yet veiled Hornby Island, she brews a vociferous fervor which has swept her from coast to coast. Whether endowed with reanimated creatures, distorted guitar and voltaic voice, banjo or instrumental fusions, as a nine-foot or one-wheeled winged skeleton or stripped bare to words, she is a captivating force to be caught in wherever the Tempest is blown ashore.
Born on Mt. Shasta, California, Tempest has been composing and decomposing since 1984. Her career as a performer began traveling with her parents in the band Killer Bagels who, thanks to their battery/solar powered equipment, played in many obscure locations such as the beaches of Oregon and California, the canyons and deserts of Arizona and Nevada and afloat off the gulf islands of BC.
In 2003 she spawned punk band Prink Insurgency. Tempest has opened for DOA, No Means No, Ember Swift and CR Avery.
For the last couple of years she toured the festival circuit in BC, and Alberta with Odditory Presence, and the NMA: activist bbbBeat-boxing poet folk. She was sighted naked on stage at Poetry in the Raw, and ate transcendental chocolate torte on ViaRail enroute to Halifax for the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word with the Victoria Poetry Slam Team.
Her multi-media creatures of metal, bone and whatnot have been featured at many galleries around Vancouver Island, the Gulf Islands and Vancouver, and as far afield as Montreal.

Her life has been thick with circus- from the Vancouver Island Music Fest to the Winnipeg Fringe Festival and ArtsWells, Tempest and Anubis have been ushering unsuspecting souls through the veils of time and space on fire, stilts and unicycle.
When not hibernating on her sailboat playing banjo amidst her sculptured critters, Tempest has been heard tearing down the societal boundaries on public transit, on fracturing sidewalks and in nefarious cafes from hither to thither and yon again!

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Member Since: 13/10/2006
Band Members: yours truly
Influences: Killer Bagels!, sailboats, Fish and Bird, Old man Luedecke, Glen Rabina, Doc Boggs, the Sparrow Quartet, CHLY,
Mr. Bungle, Steinbeck, palmistry, Alice in Chains, Persimmon Blackbridge, marionettes, Bijork, Prink Insurgency!, 100 knot N.W. winds, Isaac Asimov, Shane Koyzcan, Ivan E. Coyote, Clark Ashton Smith, Odditory Presence!, Edred Thorsson, Tessa Mythos, long winters...

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My Blog

Spinning

........ Spinning When you found me, I was shipwrecked upon my own reef, teeth lying not so deep beneath the still waters. The red sky of morning laughed at my warning when I shook my fi...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:18:00 GMT

Sea Verses

........ Sea Verses I) If there's something I know, it's that the ocean is not your friend; you are a guest upon her back. When the wind calls down to her, she r...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:11:00 GMT

The Steel's Revenge

........ <!-- @page { size: 21.59cm 27.94cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> The Steel's revenge As we drift in the amniotic of fetid m...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:05:00 GMT

Knives

Knives Rise and Shine, ya'll... We're making love with knives! Newly hewn silver pressed to rough stone, possessed potential, unpolished metal. How we use our gifts remains to be made. Creation. ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 19:53:00 GMT

Alls Well

All’s Well From the watchtower I hear the resonant bell toll,"All’s Well" soWhy do I feel so out of tune these days? How can I sleep when the wind from the trees are soughing your ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 22:01:00 GMT

Sand Song

Sand Song I was quiet for once because in a moment like this there are no words. Each shifting syllable fell apart, sentences dissolved into sand as I scrambled furiously up the dunes so that I would...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 11:39:00 GMT

Naked

(This is a piece written for Poetry in the Raw; can only be performed naked!) So. Here it is. The human body. You see all of my skin molecules here before you. You may think to yourself that now you ...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 15:17:00 GMT

!!! (the soul of the street)

              The Soul Of the Street                   ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 16:41:00 GMT

An attempt at Reciprocation

I lie here in the tossing turning torments of night. I writhe; agony of unspilt tears, words left unshed. The lines I write are yours; your voice, not mine, echoes through my pen. My chest aches; a co...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 13:04:00 GMT

Piece of July...

Prelude to Night Every time I witness the sun's set, I feel a small loss. Attribute this to the impending doom each of us unfathomable humans feel written upon our mortal bodies. My skin feels thin, s...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 15:17:00 GMT