Melanie Odelle was born out of a roadside transaction between a cousin, a poet, and a lounge singer, in a parking lot, in California, under the astrological sign of Virgo. Her career in show business was solidified during road trip up the West Coast with an angel of disco truck stops, Allyson Yarrow Pierce. Melanie quit her life as a waitress on a small island in the northern seas of Washington State, and headed for the seediest part of Los Angeles. She played gigs in bathtubs and barrooms with film-noir songstress, Greer Sinclair, who disappeared from LA after becoming the muse for a San Fransisco based photographer. Melanie Odelle was saved from Los Angeles herself, by blonde in cut-offs, her mechanic Uncle, and a minor bed-bug infestation. 'Twas then her appendix burst during a lightning storm on her birthday, showing her the true face of death, and sending her into a torrent of Seattle ragtime and country music, alongside her red-headed confidante, Heather Littlefield. With her childhood homie Dave Bolt, Melanie birthed a busking band called The High-Waisted Ramblers. The band made it all the way up to the P-Bar in Sitka, Alaska. Melanie, while sitting on the back deck of a tender with a guy named Long Gone John, saw God in the motion of tides along the dry docks, and committed forever to her artistry.

Her music walks the line between a Honky Tonk Ballad and an Old-Time Appalachian Death Chant. Her country croon developed throughout years of travel with a banjo. Though only 26, she has lived in New Orleans, Seattle, Japan, Rome, Bulgaria, California, Montreal, Paris, and New York City.

She mines the magma of her experiences to create music, poetry, prose, and performances. While busking in front of the Centre Georges Pompidou in Paris, Salvador Dalí's ghost came down to her banjo case personally, and tipped her five American dollars. He also infected her with a love of surrealistic film. Melanie's films are as much dadaist expressions as they are testaments to the excitement of being female at the forefront of feminist waves.

The freedom Melanie Odelle exhibits, can be disconcerting for some, the object of envy for others, and totally inspirational for the select few. She is at work on a novel set on the Columbia River and a screenplay about the love-life of Swamp Rat Rimbaud, the late poet, Frank Stanford. She currently lives in Queens, New York where she plays music with a conglomerate of folk heroes and songwriters in her neighborhood and around the Jalopy Theater in Brooklyn.