Biography of Wilfred Mellers
Born In Jamaica and move to the US. Went to school in Stamford, CT. Army Band vet. Artist and Drummer
I was a member of the Garfield Cadets Drum and Bugle Corps in the drum line. Graduate from Stamford High School and went into the United States Army as a musician. Attended the Untied States Army Element School Of Music in Little Creek, Norfolk VA. I was in the 33rd Army Band Europe, and the 283rd AG Band Fort Benning GA.
Lived extensively in Thailand but back in the USA now. Been many places, met many different types of people, and one thing I know is that we are all the same.
Went to Norwalk State Technical College where I got an Associate degree in Electo-Mechanical Engineering Technology. I also went to Gibbs Collage and got a certificate in Networking Technology.
Employed at the Torus Club in Pattaya Thailand where I was the drummer for N10CITY band (top 40) playing at the Torus Pub on Walking Street.
Substitue drummer for many top 40 bands in Pattaya
Opening act at the Nuremberg Jazz Festival and the Montreux Jazz Festival
I have done many recording sessions and backed many reggae artist (Chacadimus and Pliers - John Holt - Ken Booth - Super Cat - featured with Sister Carol on the Conan O’Brian show - Nicodemus - Junior Demus - Louie Culture - Judy Mowatt - Spragga Benz - worked alongside Al Anderson from Bob Marley and the Wailers
Recorded for Eric Schilling 'Grammy Award winning Producer and Engineer'
I have been all over the world and back again. Toured the continental USA, Canada, West Indies, Japan, South Korea, Guam, Hawaii, Kwajalean Atol(Marshall Islands) , Germany, France, Denmark, Switzerland
Wilfred Mellers Poems
I Also Rise (Homage To Maya Angelou)
I have been used, abused, mistreated, and even overheated, but still I also rise I have been denied, compromised, and even ostracized, but yet I still also rise I have been called outdated, jaded, and mutilated, but here I still also rise
For this I know, it was not so long ago I met a captivating butterfly On its journey by and by perched this butterfly on my windowsill Beautiful the butterfly to my eye brought a tear I dry Every waking moment I tried to spend with my friend the butterfly for which I had fallen
dream of a better world where as people would see each other nothing more than people of a different shade of gray I dream of all my problems crumbling in my hands never to utter another sound I dream of love renewed no more forsaken the day of my fulfillment I dream of blues skies and flowers lying in a field of hope and no more despair
How I Love Your Voice
How I love to hear you speak and call my name The way your lips, tongue, and mouth forms letters and words Those sensual overtones that utter sweet sounds that resonate in my ears How I love to hear you speak
“i Think Of You”
Wilfred C. Mellers April 3,2002 Reprised Wednesday, March 26,2008 For every time I close my eyes I think of you
Ode To Your Ghetto Booty
I need no eyeglasses to see what you got in your trunk Lord have mercy! A big beautiful badonkadonk The way you shake it so bootylicious More bounce to the ounce and so damned delicious
What Is A Friend?
True friends will never let each other down True friends will tell each other when they are right or wrong True friends listen to their problems without casting judgment True friends are never afraid to tell you like it is
Nightmare’s Nightmare Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers Wednesday December 11,2013
Requiem To Broken Dreams (Love Thrown Aw...
I sit now and write you this letter For I feel I deserved better Is it that you couldn’t face the day Is it why you throw my love away
Everyone lies Not everyday you will have blue skies
My Sexy Valentine “if I Wrote Something ...
My Sexy Valentine “If I wrote something naughty for Valentine would you mind? ” Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers Thursday, February 13,2014
As I gaze deeply into your eyes I cry Your eyes so stunning for those I would die Just a simple look back would send me heaven bound Words need not be said nor the utterance of any sound
Say Hello Written by; Wilfred Mellers,7 June 2015 You can see without seeing
I Want To Sleep
My covers and I fight all night I’m not sleeping well can’t you tell My restless mind can’t unwind Eyes are stubborn so I toss and turn
My Maiden In Waiting
From hither came a sound roaring in temperate pastures
To keep at bay soldiers ponder not for shall we waken the beast
Beating back impulses the monster as risen from the lair
Swooping down on the innocent villagers he flew
The dragon lurks while the Maiden slumbers in her keep
Pasty butterfly wall the snake shall creep
One sting lay the maiden fair will capture
Valiant the black knight charges to slay the beast