My mom? Half-Japanese/Half-Caucasian. My pops? From Columbia or something. So before you hurt yourself trying to figure out my nationality by like, my name. This is how it was explained to me, Raquelle after a great aunt or something, Jesus because it is a respectable err Latino name, Yoshi after a cousin who died at birth and Cambria is my last name. So, I was delivered in a bathtub to a Reiki Master of a mother and a Karaoke Bar/Mexican Food Cafe owner of a father and raised in Japan speaking Spanish and Japanese, wearing those little shorts/blazers/weird hat uniforms to my daycares and once they tried to give me a skirt cuz I looked like a girl as a small child but that's another story.
I was happy as a little one and my love of sound and music started from a very young age, yes I liked my father to show me pretty and amazing cars and drive me around very fast, and yes I liked mama to let me try on her heels being silly and bobbling around in oversized slips and costume jewelry…but I really REALLY loved when I'd be allowed downstairs at night to listen to the music and all the people singing, I breathed in music like air. At 3, I snuck on stage and everybody oos and ahhs (even more when they are like drunk) when little people get on stages, and I did my rendition of Michael Jackson's 'BEAT IT'. Which sounded more like 'ahwhwaha whw wheah, beeeeeeeeeiet beeeeeeeit *coo*' but I got a very loud applause and taken back upstairs to my bed and I think from that moment on I knew I what I wanted to do in life. Anything to hear that lovely clapping sound again, as much as I could.
I've always been a little show off, putting on shows for my toys, my mother, my mother's friends, my father and then as I got older, my father's customers and I always tried to make my own costumes with bananas, orange peels, mops…you name it, I had a blast. Got in alot of trouble at school though cuz well…Japanese schools aren't really the place to jump up on a desk and start grabbing your crotch and screaming. We eventually had to move to the states by the time I was like 6 or 7 because I was close to being expelled from school. So, we went to live with my Mother's Aunt on her mother's side in Nashville, Tennessee.
Richard Simmons, Pat Benetar, Michael Jackson, Mick Jagger, Dolly Parton, Willy Nelson…common denominators in my musical upbringing if you throw in Brit and J-pop, and the gospel music that filled my ears every Sunday when the neighbor lady who took care of me and my 6 girl cousins when momma and auntie were still at work took us to church. I had such a multi-ethnic upbringing and was a bit of a wild-child, and the only boy in my family seeing as my Father stayed in Japan to run his shop and my Mother and Aunt worked in a spa like salon place for the ladies. Waxing, extensions, big big big hair-dos, hair cuts, makeup…all that sort of things had me actually painting my nails by the time I was 12 due to being used as a living babydoll by my cousins cuz I was so small and easy to tie down when they wanted to experiment. I had ADD like issues as well so my mother really did put me in dance and music classes, I sang in the gospel choir (stfu) and was always doing musical theater events at school. Even the country music swagger most of my 'friends' had, I twisted it to my own liking and pissed people off by putting my own spins on classics to combine all my likes into one and apparently learning to hit notes I wasn't supposed to be able to hit without squeezing my nuts. But I managed. And I got to perform which is all that matters.
By the time I was 15, I was a rebel, I painted my nails and entertained any and everybody I really could. In school I was the 'freak' who was always in theater, choir and occasionally band. I had a band in high school with an silly name 'The X-Perience' and I started working in my Aunt's salon for extra cash by the time I was like 17, sweeping up cut hair and washing hair occasionally, sometimes even painting nails or doing make-up but I needed to save up money you see to move out and start my 'career'.
Okay, so things didn't work out as well as I expected, gig after gig with my band balanced with local theater productions of 'Cats' and the like…it was a fun life yes, doing what I loved, yes but I wasn't making that much money. So I went to cosmetology school on my father's dime and did the whole community college thing for musical theater and I'm not stupid, I just made the grades needed to pass. I got really good at cutting hair…and loved to do edgy styles, using a razor and the like. I wasn't supposed to know anything about self-defense but dude…until I hit my growth spurt and got very tall very quickly, I got picked on alot growing up. Never let it really get me down but I got very good at using things like knives and uh scissors, so the whole razor thing made sense.
When it comes to love and relationships, I dated a few girls when I was younger but mostly had 'secret' flings with my 'best friends' that were guys. I did sleep with the drummer of my band when I was 19 because we were stoned and probably totally wasted so one thing led to another, then when we finished and were sharing a cigarette, back and forth we both decided that we probably were gay. And vowed to never speak of it again. She left the band to go to vegas cuz she got a solo gig there and about 11 months later, she came to visit and brought with her a tiny little caramel colored baby angel with her. Then she gave me a diaper bag, some legal papers and told me that using protection is a good thing and sometimes the 'baby' is hard to get to sleep and was gone like 2 days later leaving me with a daughter and the realization it really DOES only take one time.
So, I was now a father and 19 year old and I had a small fanbase amongst family and friends but no record deal…so me and Billy Jean moved to a slightly bigger apartment and I got a steady job at my Aunt's salon and everything seemed 'okay'. The occasional gig here, the rare bikini wax there, purchasing a /sweet/ purple and black bike here, paying for daycare there…in between gigs ranging from drag show all the way to musical theater where my passion was. But I was just a small town boy :( I needed to figure out what to do what my life because me and little Billy who was getting bigger right before my eyes needed to put our roots down somewhere.
I was 25, Billy was about 6 and nice and purty and smart and I got the call for an audition, yes on Broadway. Also, I wanted Billy to get to meet her mother eventually…So I packed up everything and had been working on transporting everything from TN to NY, had a Uhaul and there was alot of driving that went on and my bike even was coming with us during our epic journey and we really weren't that far from our destination we saw it…it was all over the news and radio, my mother called me all shrill and worried and it was just about surviving and helping others survive for quite some time. The details are…probably the same for most people, we managed to be just barely outside of the zone of danger when it happened, but there was this one lady who got into an accident as she was fleeing the city with a small baby girl who looked about 2 years old in the back seat and as I tried to help her out…she made me promise to never let anybody get her baby and then…I kid you not, she closed her eyes and burnt the hell up. Literally, caught on fire and then was gone.
So there I was! 2 daughters, no job, hair-styling kit, keyboards and other household goods in a trailer and…alot of eyeliner and nailpolish. It took sometime, it really did and things haven't really been that hard for me seeing as if I talk to certain people in certain ways…I do have a very good chance of getting my way. I can sing my children to sleep, or calm them down…even though Billy Jean and Diana are two little saints and I've let my landlady listen to a couple of songs I wrote and her moved improved enough to let me be a bit later on my rent. We make it one day at a time, and after my girls? Music is my love.
People talk about people with powers…and I'm still not sure how I feel about all that. I've known quite a few people who aren't very 'normal' but it is a little close and personal and I keep it as quiet as I can but…I don't know if it is an 'ability' or just a gift but if I can make a sound…I can influence those around me to feel different things. It helps alot during performances to make audiences feel sad or happy for a character or get worked up during a certain song and sometimes you can get people so worked up into a Frenzy there's the risk of them hurting themselves. I have to be careful because if I'm feeling certain ways I've accidentally made people around me feel the same way and if I use certain registers sometimes you can get girls all giddy and finish cutting their hair with people in a FAR better mood than before. Life now is…I miss the musical theater things, I do. I can still sing my ass off and I still love music. But I have an 8 year old girl and a 4 year old little girl and so I just work in a salon for now, probably the only leather wearing slightly emo-punkish motorcycle loving razor-blade wielding cosmetologist who can sing Lady Marmalade to try to distract people when I snatching hair off of their…oh god, flashback, sorry.