Sarine Voltage headshot circa 2014
ABOUT RVR:

OPERATED BY A TEAM OF THE MOST BRILLIANT, TALENTED, INTERESTING, IN-TUNE AND TREND-SETTING ARTISTS, ENGINEERS, PROGRAMMERS, WEB-DESIGNERS, ADMINISTRATORS, TALENT FINDERS AND FUTURE THINKERS... ALL BROUGHT TOGETHER BY A GIRL FROM AN EENSY-WEENSY TOWN IN PENNSYLVANIA BY THE NAME OF "HELLERTOWN" (I'M SURE YOU'VER HEARD OF IT, RIGHT? ...NO? NEAR ALLENTOWN! ...STILL NO? OKAY, NORTH OF PHILLY AND SOUTH OF NEW YORK CITY, YOU'VE HEARD OF THOSE PLACES, RIGHT?!?!)... AND SO ANYWAYS, THAT'D BE ME, SARINE VOLTAGE... and here's a bit about me:
 
Sarine Voltage at 3 years old in lonesome little butterfly costume complete with with wings and golden ballet slippersTHIS, ON THE ONE SIDE

Formal ballet, jazz, and tap dance training is where I started at age 3 on the East Coast. Self-taught piano came next at 5. High school saw me hanging around bands as a ‘girlfriend’.
SARINE VOLTAGE at age 13 in tap shoes and tap dance costume for annual recitalGraduating from high school and dance was followed with a bit of college. My parents ambushed me into going when I wanted to wait, so I applied at the last minute to a State School, knowing I'd have an easy in, and where I was subsequently honoured with "The Dim Lights, Thick Smoke & Loud Music Award" (I display it here Dim Lights, Thick Smoke, Loud Music AWARD presented to Sarine Voltage first year of collegeproudly) as well as being placed on the Dean's List. Not digging on the State School Scene, I decided to transfer to either Pepperdine University in Malibu or Berklee College of Music in Boston. Discovering Pepperdine was actually a Catholic place, I opted for Berklee even though I'd always dreamed of living in Malibu (as well as SF) and I knew Berklee would be hard to get into (but I did), and I knew there were a bunch of jazz-heads there (and me being so small on jazz and totally turned off by the sound of a Fender Rhodes). So I was again an outcast among the outcasts, in about the .01 percentile or something like that of all the other students and faculty there—but I enjoyed my stay and really learned a lot.

STEEL TOWN UNDERGROUND promo shot taken at the Bethlehem Steel Company, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania (left to right is RON SABOL, WAYNE MARTRICH, SARINE VOLTAGE, JOEL BERRETTINI, AND FRANK REESEMy twenties brought Steel Town Underground, my first real band, into play as I learned to synthesize and program with the ‘new’ MIDI technology. Harmonizing and lead vocals came next as I used what I'd learned at Berklee and worked it in to a style of my own. I made my way into fronting with my background in dance driving me all the way. I found singing and dancing and fronting to be a tremendous spiritual-like high.

I also came from the school of "DIY (Don't know how? LEARN IT NOW!)" which came in very handy having not been a trust fund baby and HAVING been equipped with a razor-sharp mind that actually dug on learning. Inputting new knowledge was  another form of a high for me.


Songwriting was next to become my passion as I graduated from playing “cover” tunes and learned how to write, followed by hand drums, rhythm toys and guitar--my box of musical delights seemed to be a non-stop ever-growing thing.

In 1989 I finally made the move to California and soon started up my own bands:
• Tourette Syndrome
• universal black

• rosen voltage

• The New Post-modern Tribal Order

and in between joined one other:
• P. Vampire
before landing in:
The Power of 3
Booking, publicizing, internet and managerial skills all came with the territory as I learned to set up a PA system and engineer and produce recordings while touring and recording internationally.

A couple of indie record companies and a few individuals wanted to record some of the music along the way and we let them:

• Resin Records

• Venture Beyond Records

Peter Marrino
• Andrew Boston and Kevin Meeker with
  J. T. Meskiel at The Document Room
CERTIFICATE OF HONOUR from THE CITY AND COUNTY OF SAN FRANCISCO presented to SARINE VOLTAGE in 2007 by MAYOR GAVIN NEWSOM for quote terrific live music and excellent entertainment unquote pro bono performances
Thrilled to have at least a handful of my rapidly growing song bank put down in history, the 'big time' and wealth were not imminent. Still the "flower child" at heart, making money hasn't been my driver (as evidenced by the numerous benefit gigs I played either solo or booked for universal black and subsequently The Power of 3. From PROJECT HOMELESS CONNECT in San Francisco to headlining ECO-ROCK at the "Chernobyl: 10 Years After" conference in Mozyr, Belarus (the nearest inhabited city to the destroyed reactor, 45 miles away), we played to raise funds for others. The Power of 3 opting for a "pay-what-you-have-or-like" policy for CD "sales"--giving them to those who have no money yet want the music--doesn't exactly have us vying for a position in the Trump Organization either, but we do have a life filled with fun and memorable times and it feels good to help somebody out when they're hurting (and believe me, we know how that feels). Plus I now have some cool things that money can't buy, like a "Certificate of Honour" from the City and County of San Francisco, signed by Gavin Newsom, that I proudly display being as I'm actually in love with San Francisco-- she's my girl--so you see it really is quite the honour for me)!
  THIS, ON THE OTHER SIDE

Sitting on my bed, I sprinkled some Lik-M-Aid onto my tongue and let it dissolve there, pretending like it was LSD. (Lik-M-Aid--LMA as I'd call it--was the powdered form of SweetTarts, for those of you who missed out on that particular candy episode).

THE SMOTHERS BROTHERS COMEDY HOUR, The Best of Season Video Cover with DICK and TOMMY SMOTHERS picturedI think I was 5 or 6 years old. I wanted to be like THE BEATNIKS and hippies I'd seen on TV, expanding their minds and grooving to the wild new psychedelic sounds that were just beginning to blossom...clothing was optional and free love abounded as did the open use of drugs . . . the air was filled with the sounds of Eric Burdon, Donovan, The Mamas & The Papas, The Hollies, The Beatles, Iron Butterfly, Sly & The Family Stone, and SPILL THE WINE, THE HURDY GURDY MAN, CALIFORNIA DREAMIN', BUS STOP, REVOLUTION, IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA and I WANNA TAKE YOU HIGHER wrapped around and caressed not just the ears but ALL of the senses in a way like never before.

I thought the whole scene was so bad-ass and wished I was old enough to truly experience the whole trip. Still, my young head was somehow wired like a hippie-ish Beatnik: generally clad all in black but with a string of love beads. I thought The Smothers Brothers were The Shit and so admired them for teaching in the guise of comedy--they may have been a strong force in my lack of respect for man-made law (I upheld Universal Law and had the utmost respect for our Mother Earth, spending my grade school recesses picking up and disposing of trash that accumulated from low-life litterers).

Scoobah Doo beatnick doll with long raven-black hair and clad in an all black body-suit and striped tunic, saying cool things when you pulled her string, like On top of that, the only doll I ever had was a BEATNIK named "SCOOBA-DOO". She had long jet-black hair that felt amazingly real, and she was clad in a long-sleeved black body leotard with a striped multi-coloured tunic top. She had a string to pull that allowed her to talk and she'd say wild things like " I dig that crazy beat, YEAH" and "Scooby-dooby dooby dooby dooby doo wah bah . . . DON'T BUG ME, baby!"

I longed to be in San Francisco . . .

 
I think I was about 8 when my parents took me to some picnic thing they had going on. I'd never been to this place, there were a bunch of pavilion-like structures, some baseball field areas and a lot of old people. I was thrilled to see teenage guys in a 3-piece band playing "Wipe Out" as I followed my parents in. Slabs of cement covered some of the ground under each pavilion and one of these square slabs was the band's 'stage' but these guys rocked it anyways. I got a rush from the energy so deep that I can still tap into it...ahh, but the highlight of my day was yet to come.

My parents were engrossed in conversation with some of the old people and so I went off exploring the area... much to my delight, I found a jukebox under one of the pavilion-like rooftops! I was thrilled with anticipation as I approached "The Box" knowing I had 2 quarters in my pocket. (Back then you got 6 tunes for that)! Yeah! I looked over the 45s it was loaded with and THEN. . . I saw it: "REVOLUTION" (the rocking version like in the video above). I was high as a kite. This song had just come out and I'd never even heard the entire tune yet.
 
And here it was in front of me. Wow.

I was trembling as I slipped the quarters in, pushed the buttons and eagerly waited. Finally, after what seemed like hours (had to wait for the tunes that others had requested before me to play out), my selections were at long last up. "Revolution". I could hardly wait any longer, I was about to burst. As the first chords rang out, I listened and danced and swirled, letting the song consume me. Nothing could ever top this moment, I thought, this was the height of life.

a kaleidoscope of Sarine Voltage, headshotThen, without warning--and about only a third of the way thru the song I might add--my father found me and said we were leaving and that I should get in the car. I couldn't believe it. I was just like 'no way' in my head and pretended not to hear him. I couldn't believe he would be so indecent…leave DURING a song--and a song like this?!-- and he had to have noticed how happy I was there with my jukebox. Argh. My elation was being replaced by a nervous tension where I couldn't even relax in the song. He was throwing so much agitation my way I finally politely acknowledged him and said ‘okay, just give me a minute’. He wouldn't let up. He actually grabbed my arm and was dragging me across the dance floor to our car as tears poured down my cheeks and I wailed. I never did forgive him.

So as any willful, non-conformist defiant child would do after that, I saw to it that everything I had an interest in would be sure to piss him off: bad-boy rocker boyfriends, pagan religions, hard and heavy rock music soaked in sexual connotations, experimenting with drugs, living in California...
I was also experimenting and discovering what "being me" was all about and in all honesty it wasn't just to piss off my father (but if some--or all--of it did, I didn't mind at all).

As it turns out, I ended up with a belief system and code of ethics that, for the most part,
he might actually have admired. But shhhhh! ...don't tell anyone!

XOXO


Sarine Voltage in front of a sign(?) saying YOU WANT IT?





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