Always an outcast; always looking for a place to really belong; taking the place at the front of the stage became a home to someone that felt misplaced and awkward everywhere else in the world. A natural from day one, Rose brings a certain brutal honesty to the vocal arena. Relying heavily on the ability to emote rather than sound over-trained and pitch-perfect has earned her praise as well as negativity. Her performances have been regarded as 'amazing' more often than not; and in a band setting, she accepts the role at the helm with ease; but it was a long road that led her Among the Weeds...

Rose was born in Dayton OH on September 20, 1971. Her earliest memory is of looking through her mother's vinyl record collection and being especially drawn to the imagery of David Bowie's Diamond Dogs. It was an early indication of the kind of esthetic that would fashion much of her later years. Beginnings of beating out tunes on an out-of-key piano with chipped ivory keys while singing strange harmonies all before the age of 9 led to a drum kit purchase that was short lived (too bang-bang-tat-boom-tat); a guitar purchase (too plink-pluck-scree) and finally settling on a keyboard purchase; the only thing outside a piano that she actually liked playing. She had been singing her whole life; but held no ambition in actually being a front person/singer; inspired mostly by boys in makeup and the range of sounds that could be produced by a synthesizer. There were stints in choir, mostly spent being taunted about her lack of vocal ability; and continually embarrassed by being heard over all the other singers that kept her shy of the microphone. None of this changed the fact that she loved to sing along to everything; and through this, a voice grew; and grew until it was no longer her decision to keep it silent. At eighteen years old and through a meeting set up by a close friend, she agreed to audition for a band as their lead singer. It was the leap of faith that would change her direction and her life forever. That band was together for about ten years; during which she picked up heaps of live experience and honed her talent.

The band called it quits in 1999 when Rose accepted a solo gig as the opener for a sold out night with 2 national touring bands. She had about 6 weeks to buy gear, write enough material to cover a 40 minute slot; and practice enough to play live. She pulled it off; proving to herself that she was capable of going it alone. A conversation with one of the members of the headlining act that night was some of the best advice she ever received. She was told that she just needed to stick with it, and eventually, she would meet the right people.

That someday would come 3 bands and 4 cross country moves later. They say the 3rd time's a charm; and on her 3rd residency in Los Angeles, California in 2006; she was introduced to Mike (aka Moose) by a mutual friend (Monastic). The chemistry of their union surpassed the bounds of musical harmony, but the musical aspect was instant and undeniable. What began as a matter of musician & her producer quickly transformed to a full fledged writing juggernaut; and Among the Weeds was officially in its seedling stages; going from Rose as a solo artist with a Korg keyboard, a drum machine and an outdated 8 track recorder (Arose Among the Weeds-at first, then settling on Among the Weeds in 2005) to a creature of much more sophisticated machinery; and the rest is history...

Creative expression in all forms is very much a part of Rose's world; her mediums are art (acrylics, watercolors and ink are preferences); writing; clothing modification/deconstruction (all her stage outfits are self created from thrift store finds) and personal expression through clothing, hair experimentation and make up. She is self taught at almost everything she has ever learned how to do. She enjoys nature and would rather live in the suburbs or the country than the city. An avid animal lover, her and Mike (a romantic pairing for over 2 years now) are human parents to 2 adopted felines that were rescues from shelters, streets, abandonment and certain doom. She has lived in 6 different states; traveled nearly all of North America (including many parts of Canada) but has yet to fly. "It's a pretty major phobia. I hate the idea of being trapped anywhere and not being able to breathe the air outside; but I know it will happen someday."