Member Since: 02/09/2007
Band Website: coming soon
Band Members: Shaela Miller - voices, guitars
Tyler Bird - drums, percussion
Paul Holden - upright bass
Randy Shaver and I produced these tracks in his basement recording studio.
In these songs:
Shaela Miller - vocals, electric, acoustic, keyboards.
Randy Shaver - backing vocals, bass, electric, percussion.
Shaela Miller
Prairie Girl Lights The Night On Fire
By Mustafa Mutabaruka for Beatroute Magazine
Like most musicians, not only is Shaela Miller late for everything except a gig, but without her guitar and lipstick, she's also shy. "Don't look at me," she laughs, rushing past. "I don't have any make-up on yet."
I've been waiting for ten minutes. Seated at her kitchen table, I will wait for ten more - only then does she invite me to see the portrait a fan has painted of her. "Beautiful, huh?" she says. Absentmindedly twirling her wet, black hair into a braid, she no longer seems shy. Thin and pale, with lipstick and Cleopatra eyeliner, she reminds me of Edie Sedgwick.
"It is," I agree, wondering if her remark refers to the painting or to its subject. The painting, I guess.
Leaving her house, we soon settle into a corner table at the Round Street cafe. As we eat and talk, I again contemplate her similarity to Edie Sedgwick. Maybe it's just her youth, I think - her leather boots and kinetic energy. Then again, it might just be the thick, black eyeliner.
"Babies are so cute," she soon whispers, looking at a young couple seated nearby, "but not newborns. They look... disjointed."
Glancing over my shoulder, I look at the tiny, red-faced infant lying limp in its mother's lap. It's true. It does look disjointed. Recognizing Miller, the baby's father asks if she's currently on tour. "Not right now," she replies, smiling as she looks at the man, then again, warily, at his baby.
A celebrated performer throughout southern Alberta, Miller's star has yet to fully rise. However, with several upcoming shows and the release of a new album in June, such a step seems inevitable. "There's still so much to do, to learn," she says, picking at her chicken and Brie sandwich, "but it takes time. I'm only 22, right?"
JunoFest 2008, a brief stint with producer Tim Feehan in Los Angeles, countless gigs - she has already, nonetheless, learned a lot.
"Like, how to get paid after a gig," she explains, "or using a cover song to connect the audience with my own work. A lot of things."
Renowned for her unique voice and dark, lyrically-driven melodies, Miller is also a gifted, intuitive musician. Her instrument of choice? A six-string, hollow-body Cort guitar.
"It's not country," she explains, when asked to describe her music, "and it's not rock. It's dark, indie alt-country rock."
Indeed, Miller's music, with its heavy reverb and even heavier themes, recalls Nick Cave or the deceptively dark and morbid early songs of Dolly Parton.
"A lot of artists are inspired by the same things," she observes. "Love, lost love. Death and sex are just the extremes."
I ask her a final question.
"Have you ever heard of Edie Sedgwick?"
Warhol's muse, and the inspiration for such iconic songs as the Velvet Underground's "Femme Fatale" and Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone," Sedgwick died of a drug overdose in November of 1971 at the age of 28.
Thoughtfully, Miller looks again at the couple and their newborn infant. Any life but that life, her expression seems to say.
"No," she finally replies. "Who's that?"
And for this, I am glad.
Influences: The Smashing Pumpkins
Patsy Cline
Placebo
Neko Case
Jon Spencer
Chris Isaak
Elliott Brood
Rae Spoon
Tongue N Groove
Les Sangreales
Red Wine Smile
Tod Robinson and the Gleu
The Turncoats
Trevor Kohlman
The Perpetrators
The Messenger Band
Queen of the Worms
Kory Istace
The Void
Fifteen Famous Minutes (AKA Randy Shaver)
The Vespas
Michael Bernard Fitzgerald
The Uncas
Twilight Hotel
Red Ram
Honky-tonk piano
Slide guitars and Banjos
The Captain's Spiced Rum
Broken hearted fools
And maybe you.. Maybe..
Sounds Like: pointing my toes like a dancer
I wished once for all the answers
sitting in the sun, I wept with a nun
hoping she'd cure all my cancers.
she wiped the mess from my eyes
and craving the simpleness of lies
I leaned over to kiss her, touch her, dismiss her,
on my tongue I can still taste her cries..
Record Label: Unsigned