Parker adds partner, still seeking female drummer

The Colorado Springs’ Gazette sat in on one of Oh My!‘s rehearsals, and spoke with Michael Scott Parker and Karen Spritzer Flores about the progress of Oh My!

Michael Scott Parker, eccentric singer-songwriter, has officially welcomed Karen Spritzer Flores into Oh My!, making the venture a duo.

Quest for all-female band starts on good note

Adrian Stanley
April 14, 2006 – 12:00AM

In my last Tune Town column, I told you about local rocker Michael Scott Parker’s efforts to put together an all-female band.

Parker will call the band Oh My, and is planning a European tour for summer.

“I’m trying to find women who want to go make history with me,” she tells me.

Well, you can’t ignore history. So I’ve decided to follow Parker in this pursuit, and I’ll report on it in a series of installments. Here’s the first:

AUDITION NO. 1: Friday, March 31

Singer-keyboardist-violinist Karen Flores is about to arrive at Parker’s homey abode.

Parker has been anticipating this moment — her first audition — and aesthetically speaking, her presentation is nothing short of welcoming.

Two dogs — one huge and clumsy, one small, blind, and adorably manipulative — wander the kitchen, where a pot of rose tea is ready to boil.

In her bedroom, the blond artist-musician-Pilates-instructor sits on a cozy blanket-draped ottoman next to an open glass door that lets in fresh Cheyenne Canyon air. She has arranged a small table and a few chairs around the ottoman, and collectively calls the nook her “European cafe.” Today, the cafe will serve as a setting for her interview.

“This is a very serious project,” she tells me. Parker expresses the syllables sternly, as though trying to overcome her normally light-hearted demeanor.

Flores arrives. Slender and pretty with green eyes and long, dark ponytails, she carefully drags her equipment into Parker’s living room and takes a seat in the cafe. Parker works her ruby-red, Betty Boop lips into a smile and switches on her tape recorder.

The interview process for Parker’s soon-to-be band, Oh My, is a bit, well, involved. Parker swears she’s not a control freak; she just wants this to be phenomenal.

Parker crafted a series of tests: a professional interview (How are you at being in costume?), a personal interview (Do you take birth control?), two Polaroid photos and a musical audition.

Parker pulls out her list of carefully considered questions and begins quizzing.

How much time will Flores have to spend on the band?

Well, Flores works 40 hours a week as a waitress, but says, “If I have something to work for, I’m willing to kick my own ass.”

Parker smiles.

“What are your not-so-likable qualities?” she asks.

Definitely the stage fright, Flores says, but she’s working on it.

Does Flores have any computer skills?

Flores can use a computer, but she’s no Web designer.

Parker’s eyes flare mischievously. “How are you at having pyrotechnics strapped to your body in a Las Vegas-style costume,” she asks, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

Flores stutters.

Parker’s facade busts and she laughs at her own joke.

She knows she can be intense, but there are a lot of problems that can come up in a band, and she’s planning strategies to avoid most of them. For instance, members of an all-female band will end up having their periods at the same time, she says, and she doesn’t want a bunch of hormonal discontent spelling the end to her dream project.

Following the interviews, it’s clear from Parker’s glowing face that she’s pleased. She likes this one.

The two ladies head to the living room to play music.

Parker suggests they play one of her songs, “Let’s Make Crazy.”

It’s a bit choppy at first, but Flores is quick to pick up the rhythm and pace.

They’re an interesting pair. The sexually charged song brings out the ham in Parker, who struts around suggestively and howls seductively in the mic. Flores, obviously battling some nerves, lays low and concentrates on her playing.

“I missed your cue. Sorry,” Flores says sheepishly.

“No, I thought that was a very good first go,” Parker says, her voice patient and encouraging.

Flores struggles a bit on the keys, but she performs beautifully on violin for the slower piece, “Tiny Yellow Leaves,” and her playing on the gypsyfeeling “Renegade Cowboy Dreams,” sometimes edges on authoritative.

Parker wants to hear Flores’ original material, but rather than play it, Flores offers to grab a tape out of her car. There’s a very Tori Amos/ Fiona Apple feel to Flores’ work; it’s richly textured and patterned with Flores’ impassioned vocals. It’s very good.

Parker is ecstatic. “I love it!” she says, beaming. “This song we would definitely do.”

Parker is a mess of ideas now. She wants to work with Flores for a month and if everything goes well, Flores will be the first member of Oh My.

But for now, Parker is getting ready for a trip to Scotland on April 9, where she’ll be scouting venues for Oh My’s summer European tour.

With the history of modern music being written in her head, Parker bids Flores goodbye and scoots off.

Stay tuned as local musician builds her band

The Colorado Springs’ Gazette is now following the searchfor new band members for Oh My!

For more information, visit the Events page…
Original article can be found here.

Stay tuned as local musician builds her band
Adrian Stanley
March 24, 2006 – 12:00AM

A great band is a miracle of chemistry — a perfect concoction of musical talent, taste and timing. Perhaps more importantly, a great band is the result of a lot of hard work and a hefty load of luck.

Don’t take our word for it. Local musician Michael Scott Parker has been trying to recruit a band for months. She’s determined to gather the perfect musicians for a permanent band before this summer, when she and her new group will tour Europe.

So far, she has a few maybes from friends and acquaintances, but advertising and asking around haven’t yielded much interest. Parker wants to assemble an all-female indie-rock band. She wants at least two musicians, a drummer and another artist who can add unique flair.

If you’re interested in joining Parker’s band, e-mail her at To learn more about Parker and hear samples of her music, check her Web site at The Gazette plans to track Parker’s progress to give readers a firsthand look at what it takes to assemble a band in our area.


Michael Scott Parker gets mentioned not once, but twice in November’s Scene in the Springs insert in the Springs Magazine! Once for the TESSA show at Cedar’s and once for winning the PAPAA award.

5 Women, Part 2


Amidst the swirl of the GAS show, Michael Scott Parker is profiled in the Cheyenne Edition.

5 Women


Michael is one of the featured artists in the “5 Women” exhibit at GAS (Goede Art Space). Check out some press from the CS Independent here.

Also covered in July 2005’s Springs Magazine:

Impulse for Stardom

March 26, 2005 – 12:00AM

Michael Scott Parker in Colorado Springs, 2005If local musician/singer/artist Michael Scott Parker hadn’t been born, novelist Tom Robbins certainly would have created her.

Looking as though she barely escaped the clutches of some artistic cult, the fresh-faced bohemian wears red lipstick and parades around in a state of whirlwind excitement over each of her creations: a canvas covered in leather with an antique door lock attached to it; a bit of acoustic melody with saxophone; a baby doll covered in an array of small, found objects posing to hold a cello bow.

Parker has the attention span of a cocker spaniel with ADD and the passion of Don Juan.

Robbins, known for his angst-ridden female protagonists, would love this stuff. There’s Parker’s eclectic Colorado Springs home — evidence that her frequent artistic hurricanes have been only slightly tempered by a need for domestic order. There’s her bewildering history — the globe-hopping daughter of a stunt woman, Parker grew up among directors, actors and artists. And there’s her most striking feature, her spontaneous and engaging nature — conveyed by the intensity she commits to each word that comes from her mouth.

At the moment, Parker is talking about her obsession with music therapy, for which she went to college, and which she once thought would become her life’s work.

“I said, ‘What I want to do is be a voice for God,’” she says, obviously quite affected by the memory of this past love. “I hope that my album is healing to people. I hope it’s something that they put on when they’re not feeling good or when they’re feeling happy. That’s my therapy.”

Since moving to Colorado Springs from South Carolina three months ago, Parker has been signed to the small, independent label Exit Records and has begun work on her third album. This one will be a bit more rocking than the usually acoustic-leaning, sweet voice Parker is accustomed to.

A willowy 24-year-old with engaging blue eyes, Parker is a flexible artist. She enjoys creating paintings and assemblages, as well as dance and, of course, music.

With three walls of windows, the back room is the brightest spot in the house. It is home to Parker’s instruments, her recording equipment and an assortment of posters — Prince, PJ Harvey, “Night of the Living Dead.”

Before producer Barry Wedgle discovered her performing at the V Bar on Kiowa Street, Parker did her own recording. Now, after nine years writing and performing music, Parker says she’s ready for the big time.

“I want to make money playing music,” she says. “I feel if I keep working as hard as I’m working, that’ll just happen.”

She’s working her tail off writing songs intended for TV shows and movies, and recording her new album — which means a lot of time in a Colorado Springs recording studio, with a very enthusiastic producer.

“I feel like we have to capture this thing,” Wedgle says. “She’s ready. She’s ripe for a project. Her songs, I think, are really good.”

They expect to finish the album by mid-June, and the project may be distributed nationally.

Charles Lawson, owner of the V Bar, said he was impressed by Parker’s music, and even more so by the fans. “The one night she did play was the only Wednesday night that we had to turn people away at the door because we were so crowded,” Lawson said.

With the popularity of indie rock, the time is right for Parker’s style, a sometimes calm, sometimes rowdy sound with poetic lyrics and exquisite, hollow-sounding vocals.

Parker has not deserted her penchant for the weird. Besides the often metaphoric lyrics, there is her distinctive sound. Parker plays cello, piano, guitar and saxophone. She’s considering using all these instruments on her third album, which features electric guitar and a backing band of mostly jazz musicians.

“I’ve had trouble in the past finding people to play my sound because it’s really, really different,” she says. “I kind of paved my own way.”

Michael Scott Parker in Colorado Springs, 2005.In her living room, Parker’s stereo is playing a bare-bones version of a song that will be on her new album. “I love the lyrics to this song!” she says. “It says, ‘Art’s not a splendor, I make it up all the time!’”

Incidentally, Parker’s sparsely furnished living room doubles as a dance studio. Parker attended dance school in Italy and still enjoys dance as means of exercise, relaxation and self-expression.

“I kind of decided I didn’t want to be a ballerina,” she says. “I wanted to be wild and play rock ’n’ roll!”

When she’s not rocking, Parker teaches Pilates to small groups of women twice a week. “With my Pilates classes, they have to be my guinea pigs with (my) music,” Parker says. “They’re real honest.”

Parker’s artwork is on display throughout her mazelike abode, creating visually-captivating passageways that act like a tour of her inventive mind. She enjoys painting and also likes constructing assemblages — three-dimensional modern art forms of screen, metal, homemade paper, leather, cloth, beads and found objects. The artwork covers her walls and occupies countertops in various states of completion.

Parker’s stunt-woman mother also was an artist — she painted in a Victorian style, concentrating on portraiture.

But it was her career on movie sets that had the most effect on Parker.

“I basically grew up on movie sets all over the world,” Parker says. “I didn’t have any normal school career.”

In fact, she never spent more than two years at a single school and was home-schooled for a long stretch in Italy.

That’s why Parker’s two dogs respond only when she coos at them in Italian.

And why Parker felt so free to follow her artistic whims.

“I was never told that being an artist or a musician wasn’t a serious job,” she says. “People (would) say, ‘What do you want to do?’ and I said, ‘I want to sing and dance.’”

And paint, construct, play instruments and teach Pilates.

Sure, she’d make a great Robbins character, but it would seem a shame to paint all this colorful energy in black and white.


Michael Scott Parker is arranging art shows and concerts for herself. Events are posted on her Web site,, as scheduled.

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