Who The Hell Is Marissa Dodge?
Raised on the rocky shores of Lake Superior by a pair of raving music, literature, and art lovers, I was deeply steeped in several types of musical tea - jazz being the strongest of the brews - from the womb on. It was evident that I would never Dodge my destiny or my progressive genes; so I gave up my career as a dancer, followed my mother’s stellar illustration and became a “lifer,” or lifelong musician. For the record, my two musical siblings haven‘t managed to defect from the mus-munist state yet either. From the count off I was bombarded with globular sonic-eclectic objects called, 78s, 45s, 33s or 33 -1/3’s. These numbers aren’t the ages of the people who listened to the objects, but the number of times the objects revolve per minute or rpm/revolutions per minute, and I tried to start as many revolutions as I could - and I still might. Much to my disarray, when what folks used to call a phonograph or a record player was turned off, I still had music playing in my cerebral hemispheres (and you think you’ve got trouble). By this time I was 5, and in an attempt to appease the auditory beast, I took up piano (and man, was that heavy - it still is) and the lighter of the two - singing, and I kept those plates and CD’s spinning for years. Then Guinness called (the world records and the beer) and I dropped everything. I still couldn’t quash the quarter notes, so in a last-ditch effort, I veered into the thankless calling of composing (it’s like the Bates motel, only darker) and lyric writing (research, rumination, and ruination - the real 3 “R‘s“). Since I’ve always dug poetry, becoming a lyricist was as natural as hemp (not one of the Three Stooges). Similarly, I’ve grooved on global wordfare since I was introduced to Seuss, and am always on the lookout for additional ways to get this warehouse of words out of my head, what a break www.jazz.com is for me! (Thanks to Alan Kurtz and Ted Gioia). All in all, my MPD has served me well; musician/vocalist/composer/lyricist/writer/poet - half a dozen heads are better than one, and we ask you: why not choose spontaneous invention over antediluvian convention?
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