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Once upon a time, there were three cellos who needed three women to play them. Since the age of nine had the girls toiled to hold their fingers against the strings and gracefully stroke the bow across them, back and forth, just so. Nearly two decades later, the three women looked at their prodigal talents and cried, "Alas! We cannot tread where other cellos have gone before, down into the orchestra pit with the tubas and the oboes. We must conjure our own unique Direct Creation."
And so the women founded the Ladies' Cello Society in the City of New York, and it did come to pass that the three arranged their chairs in a semicircle, with a drummer boy behind them, calling themselves Rasputina. Never before had the music world encountered such a creature, clad in Victorian lace, corsets, and flowing rings of curls. The music was menacing, dark, and full of twisted humor. No one had seen or heard anything quite like Rasputina before, although some who witnessed their jubilant recitals were heard to mumble "Gothic!" or "Vampires!" under their breaths.
"No, oh no!" cries Kansas-born Melora Creager, the main cellist, singer, and spokeswoman for Rasputina. In order that listeners might become better acquainted with her mission, Creager now speaks into a telephone from her New York City apartment, explaining that this simply is not so. Fairy tales and fantastical allegory, she explains, are her true inspiration: The Chronicles of Narnia, not Nosferatu. "I was really into collecting books," she says. "I had all the Nancy Drew, all the Little House on the Prairie.
"I think the goth thing is kind of campy, but there's loyal, passionate people involved in it, so it's not something that I want to knock. But it's also a ghetto where people will pigeonhole you with a strict set of rules, so I'm not really into that side of it. But it's creative. People get all dressed up in crazy costumes, and I'm into seeing them."
How comes it, we ask, that Rasputina is such a feminine entity? Cannot the sturdy hand of man conquer the cello with equal force?
"Well," says Creager, "it's the same size as a person, and it looks like a woman's body. And when I'm playing, I feel like I'm one with it and it's a part of me. I don't want to dis the guy players -- there's some great ones. But I think there could be an affinity there with females."
The abundant fruits of Rasputina flowered, the scent finally reaching the lofty castle of Sony Music's verdant pasture called Columbia, where the overseers saw fit to collect an assortment of Rasputina songs and issue them as a sampler known as Thanks for the Ether, released in 1996. It was not like any other music before or since, but it was scary, beautiful, precious, and dark, and it sometimes set souls to grieving.
"The cello -- so beautiful, so sad," muses Creager. "Some argue that the violin is sadder, but I think they're mistaken."
The songs (about supermodels, "Little Shirtwaist Fires," twopenny salt licks, dead babies, old actresses, Howard Hughes, and rollerskates) charmed many who heard them, including the black prince himself, Marilyn Manson. Not only did the Antichrist Superstar deign to remix the ladies' song "Transylvanian Concubine" for maximum nastiness, he also invited them to bring their remarkable ensemble upon the road as his esteemed guests of honor. But the minions who came to welcome the prince saw fit to pelt the Rasputina cellists with rocks, bottles, and garbage. Creager, normally pleasant and kind, became an ogress who introduced songs not with amiable patter, but with a serpent's tongue. "I had to be yelling at the audience, to get them to pay attention or to put them in their places.
"When our mom picks us up after the show," she cursed one unruly gathering, "we're going to spit in her face, because you taught us that's how to say 'I love you.'"
'Twas two summers later that the Columbia lords did pluck more Rasputina offerings for a delightful collection called How We Quit the Forest, by which time Creager had exchanged two of her attendants. A maid of Poland named Agnieska Rybska replaced third cellist Carpella Parvo, who had run away into the woods. This time, Chris Vrenna, a drummer boy liberated from the dark prince's entourage, helped produce the record with the pyre of a blast furnace, plus the industrial roar of guitars and pounding percussion. Rasputina continued to perform recitals across this continent and that, opening for more compatible artists such as the Cranes.
After this, Rasputina subsided into slumber for the next five winters. During this time, Assistant Principal Chair Julia Kent set down her own path. The blood contract with Columbia Records was rent asunder. And Creager found herself heavy with child. But during all this time, she had bestowed her talents upon much-deserving traveling troupes such as Belle and Sebastian, bringing her own chair and cello along, just as she had done in the past with the Pixies and, most famously, Nirvana.
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