The Aethernautical Journal Of Mad Soncitist & Humouress Veronique Chevalier - http://WeirdVal.com
Maurice Chevalier said, "Thank Heaven for little girls," & Veronique Chevalier says, "Thank Hell for La Moi!" She's a twisted Edith Piaf from an alternate reality; Parodist; Creatrix of Gothic Polka, & Inventrix of Steampunk Haiku, aka "Steamku."
Friday, December 10, 2010
* "Internet Date" Video Screened At The Seattle International Cabaret Festival!
Miss Oblivious has to graciously invited Mad V to screen her latest vidiocy- "Internet Date". Many other exciting goings-on that night as well, Hosted by Jackie HELL!
I am a journalist; social activist; record producer, lyricist; ersatz composer/arranger; parodist; visual artist; model, former ballet dancer, and am reputed to be the long-lost great-granddaughter of a certain famous Frenchman who was a star of stage and screen...I especially appreciate under-the-radar and/or quirky talents...I am very proud of my benefit project, a recording and live show Cabaret4Choice which highlights the complexity of reproductive freedom...I conceptualized and produced 'Polka Haunt Us: A Spook-tacular Compilation' which was an Official Selection on The 51st Annual Grammy Ballot, & is sure to become a perennial Halloween classic, and in 2012, I shall be releasing a book of Steampunk Haiku (Steamku) entitled "My Cog Is Bigger Than Your Cog: Steamku & Other Verstrocities..(See links to 'The Many Websites Of Veronique' in the right-hand sidebar of my blog).
There's a life-force, an energy, a quickening, translated through you into action...It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open whether you choose to take an art class, keep a journal, record your dreams, dance your story or live each day from your own creative source. Above all else, keep the channel open."
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”