Rasputina.com - Spring, 2006

Interview with Melora

  At times, real life overtakes Melora and she must deal with dull tasks and melodramatic tragedies, with no end in sight as to the end of such fearful drudgery and injustice! Bear with her as she manages to squeak out 40 minutes of mysterious new music, against all odds, as per usual. Field trips and ballet lessons aside, how does she do it? Let's ask her:

How do you do it?

(laughs)  I don't know. I never think I can do it, then somehow I do it.

Is it hard being a mother and a singer/songwriter/cellist artist?

(laughs)  Yes, it is. I'm forcing my daughter to go into massage therapy. She's a prodigy!

How do you feel when you're writing a song?

Much-needed escapism. I get out of my Melora-head and get a crazy feeling like I'm doing auditory redactive sculpture. The song exists somewhere in final, perfect form. It's up to me to scrape away the excess and fit the pieces of the puzzle together. (laughs)

Isn't it distracting that the U.S. has turned into a fascistic dictatorship – a step away from some kind of sick concentration camp for debtors and dissenters?

(frowns) Yes, that is quite distracting. But sometimes, when I think of the reality and nearness of catastrophic climate change, I forget about the fascist America thing for a minute. Then I can finish the new song I'm writing about catastrophic climate change in fascist America or whatever.

Well, thanks for speaking with us, Melora! (nervous laugh)