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Julie Bruemmer
Stage Name: Space Heater
Role: Ex Officio Vocalist and Band Mascot
Day Job: Anti-perspirant / deodorant inspector. I'm #12
Favorite Color: chrome
Favority Movie: "Heathers" ("What's Your Damage")
What she's listening to? What? I can't hear you. The voices in my head are too loud.
What's under her kilt? plastic pants
Quote: "I know why the caged bird sings."
Accelerant of choice: Aerosol Deodorant
Ride: Palomino
Julie - Here for the party
Julie, in short:
  • Music camp survivor.
  • Licensed aromatherapist
  • Licensed driver.
  • Thinks Tupperware is the only way to party
True or False:
  1. Speaks with a Russian accent?
         Sometimes. But only while in her "Natasha" persona.
  2. Has perfected the hamball?
         True!
  3. Has nightmares about her musical training?
         True. She still can't talk about it.

 

And now, a word from Julie:
Excuse me, but I was told that there would be no homework. Writing a bio would mean endless hours of contemplation, meandering thoughts that may or may not produce the real Julie that exists.

Julie's Bio   Endless hours (and three months) later, here it is:
From a small (undisclosed) town in Northeast Iowa, Julie began at a very early age aspiring towards a musical career. Even at the tender age of four, visions of pas-debarres and jazzhands were enough to develop tunnel vision directed to the life of a starving artist. From then on, life consisted only of tap dancing, piano lessons and anything involving bright lights and bad stage makeup. Then one day at band camp, Julie was introduced to the world of classical music, so she hung up her tap shoes and replaced them with a few arias and a sax.

This new world of music only reinforced Julie's desire to perform. Goodbye Cabert, hello Les Mis. Unfortunately parental visions were altogether different. Life as an accountant or banker was deemed more respectable. But try as she might, equations and theorems were not her forte. In a quandary over which direction to go, Julie pondered these questions in back woods parties in that Northeast Iowa town and realized that perhaps some structure to her musical aspiration was in order. Enter Shakin' Katies. Exit Shakin' Katies. Enter Burnin' Sensations. Rock on.