kallie richardson Playing at Marchal singer & bassist for Comfort In Sound member is offline
what will life ever make of me?
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richardson, kallie « Thread Started on Aug 5, 2008, 10:09am »
Y O U;; Name// Sammie Years of experience// 2 Anything else// lets dance
T H E M;;
Full Name// Kathryn Richardson
Nickname[s]// Kal, Kalz, Kallie, Kalliko.
Age// Nineteen born, July 23rd 1989
Gender// Female
Orientation// Straight
Status// Single
Profession// Singer/Bassist/Lyricist for Comfort In Sound
Reason[s] for Attending// Playing with her band
Personality//
Kallies a bright bubbly gig who loves to have a laugh, she’s hyper active and is considered by many to have ADHD but she refuses the concept all together and says ‘that people just don’t see her when she’s working.’When she is focused Kallie tends to get a little bit too involved, though in retrospect when you are making music there isn’t really fuck a thing as getting too involved. When their making an album to working on material Kallie finds that it consumes her, steals all of her attention twenty four seven, even in her sleep and during those periods she can be quite neglectful of other duties towards her friends. Not to mention the apartment usually takes a beating too. She’s a very, very messy person, sheets of paper tend to litter her room with just one or two lines written on them, on a whole her band are messy, they throw shit around their apartment, usually the remote if lost can be found underneath the mess that has accumulated. The band tidy once in a blue moon, usually around the same time they do the laundry, and it’s an all day effort. Which means finding a clear day in their schedule and fighting the temptations to go and spend that free day with friends and family, the last clean out had been when her father had come to LA to see their new apartment while he was working in the area.
Kallie has a habit of going off in tangents when she speaks and coming full circle after about half an hour. She could talk for America and most people can’t stand her for it but usually there is something good/relevant in that half hour rant, you just need to find it. She tends to talk a lot about other people and not herself she’s not really a big fan of talking about herself, it’s a touchy subject and she usually manages to skirt around the edges of it. The reasoning behind it mostly is that they lead the way in to more personal things and that means questions about family and parents a major flair point in her life. It’s the subject she finds it the mostly because it lead to a whole chain of events that in so many ways destroyed the little of her childhood she had left at that point but at the same time lead to the formation of her band. She is a good friend, however she tendencies to hide things from them and over worry because she likes to mollycoddling her friends, try and wrap them away from the world. It’s a habit of hers to try and get her friends out of a mess no matter how badly she would get herself in to their mess, however in saying that she’s quick witted and manages to find a way to talk herself out of most trouble without getting her fists involved.
She’s a kind caring girl who likes to make little efforts to people, as a kid she liked to take flowers to people as thank you’s, sue was pretty much always (well there was the odd occasion or too) very polite to other people, to the point where she tended to be very submissive in her attitude. She would take a step back and let people walk over her instead of standing up for herself, mind you she didn’t reall yahve to do much looking after herself when she was young, ‘Big Petey’ and his friends where always there on hand to deal with the bullies that sent her home crying from school and the boys who picked on her. At school she was pretty much the average student from kindergarten to high school – she dropped out in early 2006 to focus on the band. During her time at school she never really excelled at all, in her early years at music recitals she was made to stand up the back and hit the triangle a few times, maybe as the years went on she found herself participating less and less often in events like it. She was never really recognized for the keen ear she has or the musical and creative album contributing to the long period she spent during the bands transition from garage to stage doubting herself which sent her in to frequent bouts of insecurity relating to her strong emotional reliance on the people around her. Its those people who she considers to be her best friends in the world and she always let people know when she was thankful of them – mostly because her own parents weren’t around much. They were busy and never really had a lot of time for her so she tended to cling to other people and she still does. Her friends and band members tend to take the brut of it when she needs someone’s shoulder to try on; she takes negative criticism very badly and tends to get very upset when someone slates her music or lyrics.
She pours everything in to her music, her creativity; she documents rather than makes up stories and every tear stained lyric is from the heart. Negative press has always been a very hard part of the job for Kallie, she knew it came with the package but every time she picks up a negative review and reads it she takes it too personally than she really should. The thing that gets her is the fact that they don’t usually tend to focus on the music at all, there are one or two sentences but that is about it. The rest is about how Kallie isn’t a size zero anorexic and how the drummer isn’t charismatic enough.
Making friends have always been a hard thing for Kallie, she didn’t mix that well with kids her own age at school, people her age she thought they were all stupid and nasty, mostly because she didn’t get on well with them and withdrew instead of attempting to mix with people, this head her to tag along to her babysitter very persistently and therefore hang about with the ‘big’ kids in the hardcore music scene. She learnt more than enough from them to spark her interest in music; she almost took more from them than they really realized. She picked up the little things, the lessons she would use later on in life like looking after your friends, sticking together and more about bands, music, the scene (and the fact it was just like any shitty high school click, fratt house or country club) was a mess. From the age of around 8 she was frequently hanging around the skate park and lived very much deeply rooted in the local music scene where she was pretty much adopted as a musical prodigy by several bands who were pretty much amazed at the fact an eight year old kid liked Iron Maiden, The Cure and The Smiths, could name their discographys in chronological order and quote them at the drop of a hat – no wonder she took to life in a band like a duck to water.
Avatar// Charlotte Cooper - The Subways
Appearance//
Naturally blonde Kallies a small and petite, thin girl standing at just over five foot four, although most of the time when she’s not on stage she’s known to wear heals so then she’ll at lest look less like a midget. She’s come to terms with the fact that she isn’t going to grow much taller. Her naturally dark brown eyes are framed by her short blonde choppy cut hair and the minimal amount of eyeliner and make up she wears. Kallie knows sometimes less is more. She as a rather naturally pale skin tone and seems to have somewhat a good dress sense (though just like everyone she has made some major mistakes before.) and there was even a short period of time in which she had her hair died red, though chose to return to her natural; colour because it suited her better.
Most of the time Kallie just wears the first thing that gets pulled out her wardrobe, which is usually a pair of jeans a shirt or tshirt however when she does go on stage she always makes the effort and dresses up a little, after all it is an important event, after all for one kid in the crowd its their first gig and for another kid it may be their last, Kallie wants to make the show as special as possible for them. You can tell what kind of mood she is in by what she is wearing, if she’s in a bad mood it’s simply t-shirt and jeans and if it’s a good mood she’ll put a little bit more effort in. She does like to wear dresses and sometimes it’s a real mix of things, she doesn’t really have one style, it depends on the day and how she feels and the weather. After all no good wearing a summer dress when its cold and wet outside is there?
Habits//
Drinking too much when partying, singing in the shower, being over hyper, being loud, biting her lip, clapping sarcastically, losing her car keys, losing the bus keys.
Likes//
~ Pizza ~ Junk food ~ Warm nights ~ Bonfires ~ Bass guitar ~ Fall Out Boy ~ Singing ~ Playing live ~ Tour life ~ The colour blue ~ Soda ~ Sugar! ~ Reading ~ Talking ~ Texting ~ Her sidekick. ~ Her laptop ~ Her band ~ Singing in the rain. ~ The internet ~ Coffee ~ Nostalgia ~ Chicago ~ Her old bedroom ~ Her teddy bear. ~ Listing to music in the dark ~ Hiding under the covers ~ Lying in the tour bus in her bunk in winter half asleep listing to the wind outside ~ Watching the rain streak across the window on the bus ~ Singing along in the dark to her iPod ~ Listing to Jason play the acoustic guitar at four am ~ Late night gigs ~ Late mornings ~ Late lunches ~ Eating outside ~ New York Cafes ~ Central Park ~ Walking on beaches ~ Walking at night ~ Watching the world go buy ~ Listing to stories ~ Reading ~ Pete’s Porch ~ Hey Chris ~ Clandestine Industries ~ Queuing overnight for a gig ~ Bad cuppa’soups in the cold ~ Lakes ~ Rivers.
Dislikes//
~ Early mornings ~ Being bored ~ Silence ~ Sitting still ~ Having to be quiet ~ Trying to be quiet. ~ Having to pose for photos ~ Being woken up by bus calls ~ Crappy interviews with people who don’t read the band bio. ~ People who talk shit about her band ~ People who can’t take a joke ~ People who are close minded. ~ Racists ~ Religion ~ Complicated relationships ~ Not having time for people ~ Not being able to see people ~ Airplanes ~ Airports ~ Boats ~ The open sea ~ Her passport photo ~ Being stuck in traffic jams ~ Driving on the La Freeways ~ Driving in the center of La ~ La full stop. ~ When the coffee shop runs out of Vanilla syrup ~ Hazelnuts ~ All nuts ~ Allergies ~ Being allergic to nuts. ~ Taking medication ~ Following doctors orders ~ Not being able to play live ~ Being stuck in the same place for a long time ~ Losing Wii games to Pete and Joe. ~ Losing video games to Andy even more ~ Being woken up by loud noses ~ Snow ~ Being stuck n the rain.
History//
Born in Chicago to two (at the time) loving parents Kathryn Richardson was a little ray of sunshine in their lives, she grew up in Wilmette, Illinois, a small suburb of Chicago, Illinois and attended North Shore Country Day School until she was aged 12. She lived next door to the one and only Pete Wentz (the now bassist of Fall Out Boy, owner of Clandestine Industries, Angels and Kings and DecayDance Records) who babysit her very frequently when she was younger. Kallies parents were both corporate lawyers and therefore spent a lot of time out at night attending functions and resorted to usually called upon their next door neighbours son Peter to baby sit for them (of course they paid him very nicely and gave him full refrigerator privileges and it helped him pay for recording and studio space with what ever band he was in that month.) Pete was someone who Kallie looked up to immensely, even though he wasn’t the best babysitter in the world Kallie used to beg her parents to ask him to look after her because for one sugar was on tap, TV time wasn’t monitored and bed time was never honored. Most times Pete would have to grab Kallie run up the stairs and shove her into bed as they heard her parent’s car pull in to the drive way, not to mention the all night PlayStation tournaments.
At school Kallie didn’t really fit in with the kids at school, she was increasingly isolated at a young age from her peers and never really managed to hit it off with any of them, she withdrew from the boys and girls in the class, always opting for a corner over the interaction - really her best friend in the world was Pete who was a whole 11 years older than her. Kallie had a habit of tagging along with him and in fact he was much more like a big brother to him than a next door neighbor, being an only child Kallie never really had anyone to take that role so Pete filled it happily. He was the one she went to when the kids at school made fun of her and that nasty boy put a dead rat in her locket at school; he gave her the first bass lesson she ever received; taught her about music and got her obsessed with a band called The Cure.
However her parents seemingly solid marriage disintegrated overnight when her father found out that her mother was pregnant by another man an argument in the middle of the night caused him to take Kallie and leave town without warning or explanation. Her parents split up and Kallie lived with her father in Buffalo, her mother never battled for custody and left the two of them, remarrying the man she had an affair with, and leaving her husband to bring up their thirteen year old daughter. Kallie started her new school which was a shock for her, moving from a peaceful suburb in to a violent city like Buffalo was a shock to the system but she found she had to adjust to fit in and there she found a few other people, they formed a band that was mainly confined to the school music room until they landed a gig opening for another high school band in a local club. The gig lead to them to being asked to open for several other bands, everything seemed to snowball for them from that moment on. They supported local band Station Eight on their month long US tour during the summer of 05 and the summer of 06 found them signed to Victory Records, the recording their second album, spending the summer at the Marchal Festival where she met Pete, after six years of separation Kallie found herself reunited with the one person who started all of it off.
In September 2007 The band officially signed to Decaydance records, instantly Kallie felt he bands luck change, with a new label headed up by the person she trusted everything took a turn for the better. The band set about rewriting their second album, taking a fresh new approach to their music and their live shows. This time round they were going to be honest to themselves, and the music they played, learning though their producer how to take songs and put them down properly, how to translate music form a stage to a record and back again. The result was definitely their best record to date with out a doubt. The album was Kallies child in her eyes, it was a snap shot of the bands life at a moment in time, an insight in to their heads and hearts that was unashamedly honest. Of course it was pimped out by their A&R one Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz who made damn sure that everyone was going to hear this work of art, and it paid off. In an industry where the number of units you sell talks they certainly could talk and walk it damn well.
Now returning to Marchal Fest again a year later, to the place where everything started going right, the band are back to show everyone, that each and every single set will be just as epic as the last.
RPG Sample//
A stifled yawn muffled though the air haphazardly as its owner woke up to the world with a quiet groan. A hand and foot were forced out of the top bunk and both were met by the cold British air. Retracting her limbs she curled up back under the covers in the warmth and shut her eyes tightly. She could hear the wind outside, the driving rain pelting against the side of the now motionless tour bus. Hell she couldn’t remember falling asleep last night, of course there had been a drama before the tour even started, which of course revolved around her. British Airways had her bags, the bastards has lost her bags, part of Kallie actually wanted to kill not the airline, but in fact the person who had booked their airline tickets. The logic behind that decision was that American Airlines had never lost her baggage, where as British Airways lost all their damn bags. The four hours at the airport trying to get the whole things sorted out had sent her storming to her bunk to sleep off the jetlag and dream up every more painful ways of killing whoever’s fault this was.
A twitch as she heard the banging from the front of the bus, followed by a swift; “Bus call! Guys rehearsals in thirty get up!” Now she remembered, this was the forth time they had been woken up that morning, or rather lunchtime, every half hour on the dot their ‘looker after’ or manager had been in trying to get them out of bed. Reluctantly Kallie rolled over, half tumbling, half climbing out of the top bunk, landing on the floor of the tour bus with a light ‘thud’ and a complete non reaction from her band mates. Of course, her missing bag was the one with all her t-shirts and hoodies in it, lucky enough she still had jeans and everything else but she missed her t-shirts and hoodies. Reaching in to her case, tucked away on a cupboard to stop everything flying everywhere as the bus turned a corner she pulled out clothes and paused…wait…she didn’t have any clean tops…but other people on the bus did.
“Oi! Pete! Borrowing a t-shirt!” She yelled, not caring if he was on the bus or not, hell if he wasn’t there to hear her asking, or rather telling, it was his own fault, not hers. Reaching in to his open case, hell they had been on this bus twelve hours and it was already a shit tip, she picked up a red shirt and decided that it was good enough for rehearsals, it was only going to get sweaty and covered in stage dust as they ran though the show…he could get it cleaned. It took her a max of ten minutes to get ready, to throw on clothes, tie her hair up and slip in to her converse. It was round about then her band mates started to wake up to the world just as jet lagged as she was and somewhat reluctant to face the fierce weather outside. Passing the fridge she poked her head inside, smiled and grabbed a can of Red Bull and downed it almost in a oner, god only knew that she needed caffeine and needed it now.
A deep breath as she pressed her face up to the window, they were only parked a couple of meters away from the venue, but the weather left so much to be desired, the rain hammered down, bouncing off the black tarmac of the venue parking lot before falling back down and joining the ever growing swimming pool. A quiet shake of the head she found Jasons hoodie sitting on the table and decided she was borrowing that too, holding it over her head she opened the bus door and ran. Bolted across the small expanse of swimming tarmac and made it inside the venue somewhat dry and alive. Straitening up smiled, their tour started tomorrow, here she was, thousands of miles away from home, and tomorrow there would hopefully be people turning up to see them. This was insanity at its height.
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