This girl can SING. I know: I've been in two bands with her. I'll never forget working with her on the Seraphim album, one particular song, "River of Emotion." This was back before she was a full-fledged member and just doing a guest spot on the album. She wasn't sure what approach to take with the lyrics, what kind of sound she wanted, and so she asked me. I thought about it for a moment and replied, "Like a sixteen year old girl during her first sexual experience where she's about to have an orgasm, and, contrary to her apprehensions and fears, she's discovering that it's going to be good." Jen blinked. She blinked again. She blinked a third time, nodded, clapped her hands together once, and said with complete conviction and understanding, "O-kay. Got it. Let's go!"

Suffice to say, that take was the keeper.

Hee, HEE. I remember that. That was a great moment. You know, you were one of the very few people who could explain to me what you were looking for, music-wise. I agree that I got the rock chick going on, but a lot of times I have to confer with the songwriter as to what his/her song means, or where it came from, because songwriting is like poetry, to me. And I don't get poetry. I know what I like, but I have no idea how to *do* it. I can write a two-volume novel, but writing a song... man, that's hard. So to be able to walk up to someone, ask for an image or feeling that they want for the song, and have it presented in such a powerful, straightforward, *visceral* description... perfect. Beautiful. Exactly what I needed. And as it turns out, that was one of my favorite performances ever, too. Good job! :)

ok, there was this one time, at jen doody's y2k new year's eve party, where I had had a couple drinks. Only a couple; I was not schlurring my words or being obnoxious to jen's non-rock friends, or spilling things, or anything, reallly. It was just that I thought the world was going to end, ya know, and SOMEHOW, through no fault of my own, mind you (I blame the uncouth lady friends I had at the time), I "let it all hang out," if you catch my drift (well I let it all poke out, at the (very)least). Anyhoo, Jen walked into the kitchen, and said, "if you want to do that, you can leave." At which point Angela Dipaolo unfurled her bountious bosoms and said "well, I guess I should leave too." Michelle Diamond (didn't she play a spot of clarinet for PopCanon ?) followed suit. The three of us, along with Christina Bello, then left. Then I woke up and it was the next day, so apparently I made it home. the world didn't end, and all those people who saw me make a drunken ass of myself were still alive. Pity. Not the first time or last that ever happened. Anyhoo, the point is that Angela Dipaolo wrote a great song about that period of her life, and there's a line that goes: "woke up early, from the night before, she said, 'please leave my party, I don't want you here no more.'" and that's what that's about. Jen, I'm only glad you didn't say "Wow, that looks like a penis, only smaller!" You are a woman af great charm and grace, in addition to your abilities to make my pantaloons moist with your outrageous pipes. really, this is a pretty tame story, my gainesville standards. I always wondered what this site would be like if people starting telling the REALLY debaucherous tales. Presidential campaigns would be ruined.

Indeed, Matthew speaks truth. Jen helped re-fullfill my dire fantasy need to RAWK again with SERAPHIM. I never knew until now about Matthew's 16 year old orgasm tip during the recording sessions. I just remember our first Harvest Fest before Jen joined. She was going to do a guest spot during River of Emo andit was actually going to be our first time playing it live. Well, I borrowed a tuner from the Undies before the show and realized when I hit the first chord on the first song of the set, that ALL of my guitars had been tuned down a half step. THAT PLUS our impending time doom ticking away; I was only armed with my 12 string acoustic and our RAWK fantasy did not get lived out that night. I felt really bad because Jen actually came out on stage ready to go and we couldn't do it. When she "official" joined the band at a Depot gig, we opened with River of Emotion to make up for the Harvest Fiasco. Well, talk about virgin gorup orgasms! Jen went OFF, shit was flying all over the place and I used up all of the fog from our newly aquired fog machine rental! There's a recording somewhere of it. It was great; only problem was that we kinda blew our wad on the first song. Many more flailing versions in later gigs ensued. Jen also use to sing like a cross between Aretha, Joan Osbourne and Paula Cole(have u heard the song AMEN?) SOULMAMA on a track called TRELLIS that never got recorded. Someday perhaps. I do not believe I ever communicated my gratitude and deep appreciation for her Being and talent and for RAWKING along side me. My life was in shambles and my approach to Working at the time was less than professional. I do hope she is still RAWKING her Soul and others who listen. ThankU dear.

I "remember" those seraphim gigs with Jen as well. I was guesting on ********* at both the harvest gig and the depot show. Mostly I remember doing a lot of acid at the time, and at the harvest gig, we started late, so I was peaking when called on stage. I think I pulled off what I was supposed to do (which, thankfully, was mostly noise), but I totally wigged out afterwards, and left my instrument backstage, case open, in the RAIN. Realized hours later, went back, and it was still there, thanks goddess. At the depot, the late, great treetop pulled me aside, told me to open my mouth, and laid a eye-dropper full on my tongue. When I went onstage, I was supposed to be looking over matthew's shoulder at the keyboard to figure out what to play, but I was tripping so hard that it looked like he had 6 hands, and they were covered in eyeballs, and he was playing pure love. I achieved oneness with the universe, but I don't think I played my part right. ahhh, acid. I know this isn't a jen-related story at all, but it's related to the article above, so there you go.

anon my half brother you are one judo-monkey funny ass dude if ida known you were on the cube, ida fired your ass anyway mat did have eyeballs on his fingers I wondered why the horns sucked so much divine ass at the depot that night THere's a bootleg scouring the underground of that show I am sure The snoopy thang was dope How does this tie into Jen beyond just the band reference? Let's see; Universal Oneness and the OneEyeLove nOw go practice your *********