Zeriah

Hello all of you zombies in web ville. I feel like boasting about myself and such to make all you fuckers jealous! Just Kidding. I wanna explain who I am and what I like and basically just describe all the things that make me....me. I was born in Virginia, but I don't know much about that or much of my childhood, since we never stayed in one place long enough for me to make any real memories that didn't run together. So in short my dad was in the Navy and we were shifted around quite a bit.Not much to say really, some shit went down in my family and I just couldn't take it so I lived in my car and on the streets of down town Saint Joseph, MI making a living as a PT waitress and telemarketer, from the age of like 17. I made tons of new friends and joined bands and skateboarded all over the place with everyone and it was so much better being homeless than I ever thought it would be but I first became widely known in Berrien County MI as a vocalist.I have been in several bands mostly classified as a type of metal with a dash of punk or visa versa. There was Split Skull which flopped almost as quickly as it began, Pretty Dead Thing; which resembled Rob Zombie only with a melodic feminine vocalist but the lyrics were modeled after the Greatness, then there was Fault Line which was a total accident and the best damn thing that ever happened to me. Fault Line was established in 1999 and consisted of Brandon Tom lead guitar, Brad (last name unknown) Bassist, and Mark (last name unknown) Drummer, just a few guys jamming out for fun really, then they decided since none of them could sing they would begin a search for a vocalist. It was an unsuccessful search until 2001 when my friend Brandy (the Bassist's girlfriend) heard me sing some a cappella stuff.Brandy asked me if I could sing heavy songs and such and I was like, "Hell yeah dude, I scream, growl, spit, and bite" She smiled and said she would talk it over with her boyfriend and see what he thought of having a chick lead singer. Then sure enough the next day she came by with two of the three band members and they heard me and BAMM!!!!! They were sold. I moved out of my car and into their cramped apartment and from then on it was the summer of Punk Rock Shenanigans. For two years we rehearsed and played out and had the best time of all our lives until Brad got a chick, that wasn't his girlfriend, pregnant and things started getting complicated. Brandon's wife Vicky got jealous of me being with her husband all the time and said he had to quit the band and I was back out on my ass in the street summer of 2003. It was cool though, they moved away and I moved back into the old apartment and started my "solo career" I started performing a cappella shows all over the place as a Blues and Jazz performer. I began incorperating Blues and Burlesque and it was phenomenal! Everyone was into it. There were flyers with my face all over the place and I was the newest thing in town. I had no band, no nothing and yet I managed to get semi-famous from vocals and burlesque alone. I cut two demo albums and was offered to join the Dirty Dozen Brass Band in New Orleans in the fall of 2004 but I had to decline because I discovered that I was pregnant.I hung up the mic, put the skateboard in the attic, dyed my hair back to a "socially acceptable color" and cried for weeks. Game Over. Now I'm a mom though and things are going great, so what if things didn't work out between her father and I. I'm doing okay. Sure I had to go back to waiting tables and modeling for college kids to pay the rent, but so fucking what....I'm still a rock star and now I'm modeling for more than just the college art students, now I'm working on a spot with Suicide Girls.com and I'm working with some other people from Chicago on a B Movie Horror Flick.....so things aren't too bad right now.Well there you have it....my long, twisted tale about me. I left out many details and I have tons of stories to tell, but I'm sure that most of you with short attention spans stopped reading about me ages ago. It's alright though, I know some were committed to finishing up with reading about me and those of you who did stick through it are welcome to be my friend if you think I'm worthy of your friendship. Thanks for "listening". Crystal M. MillerOne Day to Be Known As: Zeriah Suicide