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Published:April 13th, 2016 12:49 EST
We are different. We are talented. We are family. We are Mildly Medicated.

We are different. We are talented. We are family. We are Mildly Medicated.

By SOP newswire2

By Jenna Basile of Mildly Medicated

Jenna Basile is the Bassist of the Modern Rock Band Mildly Medicated. What do you get when you combine a lead singer with Hemophilia, a guitarist with ADD, a guitarist with diabetes, a bassist with Tourette`s, and a drummer on HGH therapy? You get the modern rock band Mildly Medicated. Against all possible odds, these uniquely talented young musicians from Monmouth County NJ found each other in 2012, all unaware that each of them had medical issues.  It was only until they were discussing possible band names that they all realized that they shared a commonality.

I`m going to start this story backwards.  I can assure you it ends well, and I have found peace, love, and acceptance. I have forged a family out of people who were once strangers, I have found my passion, my defining life force, my balance. The road to all this enlightenment and nirvana was not exactly an easy one to walk as there were many obstacles in my way and many forks where decisions had to be made. Let`s back up a little a put ourselves about 4 years ago. I was a young female going through my really awkward stage. I wasn`t hideous, but I wasn`t the belle of the ball either. I did not hang with the popular kids and my father spent long hours as an investment banker in NYC, and sometimes left to live in foreign lands for weeks or months. I took solace in playing music.

My older brother was already an accomplished drummer, and it looked like he was having fun, so I decide to follow him and began studying piano. After almost two years, I was pretty decent, although if I was honest with you I don`t think I was truly passionate about the instrument, but I did enjoy the accolades. One night while practicing, I noticed that I was unable to strike the keys with precision. As I continued, I realized that I was losing control of my body as a whole; the movements that were happening were not of my own design. I freaked out and had to be taken to the emergency room. I remember when the doctor walked in after I had taken a battery of tests. Just the look on his face told me that my world was about to change.


 I had no idea what that was or what that even meant, but I was soon told that there was no pill to take or protocol of treatment. Their best advice was to go home and find myself a good neurologist. (I didn`t know what those were either!) For the record, Tourette`s is a very broad catch all term used to describe many ailments. The question I am most often asked is, do I inappropriately yell out F*ck  involuntarily. The answer is no. I have what is specifically termed as a version of spinal dyskinesia, which is just a fancy way of saying that I have a hard time controlling my spine, head, hands and sometimes legs. My life turned upside down in an eye blink. I lost my ability to really play the piano, I was shunned at school for being the weird kid, and some people even thought I was contagious. My first neurologist was really annoying and none of his suggestions ever amounted to anything. I was lost, floating in a sea of despair, misunderstood, and I had not yet found my voice to explain any of this to anyone. I went through the whole why me nonsense until I came to the conclusion why not me?

Sh*t happens to good people. That`s just life. It was time for me to stop wallowing and start coping and getting on with things. We cancelled my piano lessons because they just turned out to be an exercise in frustration. My brother had started playing in bands and I would go to watch him and was so jealous at the fun he was having. My father noticed this and took action and bought me a bass guitar. My mother called him an idiot and said he wasted his money, but at least now I was free to move around while playing and incorporating my movements into what I now do on stage. (You can`t do that with a 3,000 pound piano!) The bass made sense to me. I threw myself into it, learning to play fast and hard. I locked myself in my room for hours to practice. Hey it was not like anyone was calling to meet them at the mall.

There came a time that I was so good that my brother`s band lobbied my brother when their bassist left. To my brother, playing with me was a travesty. To his band mates, it was a no-brainer. I was the best bassist my age in the county. I could end the story here and you`d probably be satisfied, but during the early stages of putting the band together, lightning struck. A girl walked into my music school with her mother and said she wanted singing lessons. She claimed people told her she was not that good. Not only is she good, she`s great. She is also a hemophiliac. My brother`s best friend Steve is a diabetic and an incredible guitarist. Our friend Ryan, who is truly a guitar virtuoso, has really bad ADHD. My brother by the way has a non-functioning pituitary, which meant that his body did not make enough growth hormone to allow him to be normal, so he was supposed to be a little person. He has been on hormone therapy for years, and is now a normal height. Each one of us has walked a path of frustration, challenge, and god knows enough drugs to bankrupt Obama-care, but that path has also led us to each other.

We are the band Mildly Medicated. Because of our unique story, people listen to our music. A lot of people! We have been on Sirius/XM radio four times now and were asked to be the house band for the 10th anniversary of the Jay Thomas Show, which was an incredible experience. We have toured the east coast, playing some pretty big venues from Washington DC to Long Island. We have written what we think is an incredible CD, one that is actually based on rock and roll and not the baby food Pablum nonsense that kids are listening to today. We like to think that we are saving American Rock and Roll, or at least bringing it back again. We have fans in Europe and other foreign lands thanks to the far reach of the internet. We often get letters from sick kids, some with cancer, that are looking for some understanding. We send them t-shirts and CD`s and tell them to keep fighting on. Look at us. We would have never found each other if we had given up, or not been tolerant of each other`s differences. But now we are a family, not bound by blood, but by common experience, mutual admiration, and an understanding of what it`s like to be Different.

We now celebrate our differences. I wish I didn`t have to take so many pills to keep my body in check, but it`s not so bad. I get to be a rock star every now and then when we land a big gig. How cool is that? And I get to experience it with my chosen family. Sometimes, the family you choose can be stronger than the family you are born into. At least, that`s what I`ve found. (and I`m happy)

We are different. We are talented. We are family. We are Mildly Medicated.

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