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001. I'm Perfection - Not Just a Pretty Face

The above Cover features my sister as the model. I don't think she knew how often this would occur.

Cover art above is an interesting photo of my own tattoo. One of the few where my sister isn't what you see. 

This, however, is the symbol I created for our little backyard garage band which, tragically, never made it beyond this stage.

 

There are a number of demos - complete with cover art - just sitting in a box, yearning for meaning. I figured I would dedicate this blog to my lyrics, videos, and old music. The majority of which, I should mention, have no real music with them. Eve of Destruction, formerly known as Havoc Angel, Tsiehta Anomaly, and Zees Lipstick, was comprised originally of 2 singers, a drummer, and a dancer who could play brass instruments when asked. 

The drummer, Nikki "Angel" Hart, disappeared from our circle in 2012. Worse than that, none of us miss her. Our Brassy Dancer moved to California. She's now in L.A. trying to make it as an actress. We wish her lots of success, because she definitely is capable and deserves it. Singer & sometimes guitarist, Tia Phoenix, still lives in our little hometown after a number of misadventures. Her voice and writing is no longer utilized to their best worth and it's a depressing thought. Lead singer and co-lyricist, Lala Vail, had worse misadventures and is currently in a nearby Michigan city feeling ostracized from her friends. 

She does have a Patreon, Twitter, Discord, YouTube, and - obviously - this blog. Feel free to ask anything you wish, but good luck finding any recordings now that Myspace is so outdated.

Rock On & Get Loud,

|LaLa Vail|






Location: Union City, MI 49094, USA

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