Born in Hollywood, California, while her father was trying to become a rock star, Tracy L. Shields lived in over 25 different homes across America, including a chambre-de-bonne in Paris, a flat in Madrid and an insulated military dorm room in Sondrestrom Greenland.  She was raised by a near-perfect mom with the values and morals of Mother Theresa and a father who was a creative genius in the field of con artistry.  Lucky for the balance, Ms. Shields carries with her the values and creativity of both. She's written over 100 private journals,  tended bar in the arctic,  danced flamenco in Spain, and discovered the secret method to entering into bars and clubs for free. Presently, she practices the art of  learning that "emptiness is not the opposite of existence" (Thich Nhat Hanh), and that her two sons, Daniel and Julien, are more of an accomplishment than anything ever written or made.

Sun sign: Gemini. Favorite Flick(s): 37d2 de la Matin (Betty Blue), Sheltering Sky & Austin Powers, Favorite book: The Red and the Black, Stendhal. Shoe size: 9. Ever been arrested? If so, for what? Pursued, but never arrested for spray painting “I Love You, Homeboy” on the wall of the Bell Telephone building. Nickname: T-bird and “Pit.” Cell phone provider? Sprint. Any pets? Two purple parakeets. Favorite drink? Blue Curacao Margaritas or rum con limón. Do you use toothpicks? Only if someone hands me one (I’m a joiner). Diner of choice: ALL OF THEM. I love diners—especially those silver ones jacked up on cinder blocks. Craziest thing you'll admit to doing: I'm a walking bottle of truth serum-- ask me anything and I'll admit it.Vegetarian or meat lover? I really love the idea of being a vegetarian, (“it’s not that I love animals, it’s that I hate vegetables”) but it’ll never happen. Pet peeve? When people believe life is about progress, success and moving up a ladder. Best memories? Life on rue Rambuteau, Paris and last week listening to the Damnwells. We'd never catch you dead... on a miniature-golf course, or eating tea sandwiches at a tupperware party. When I was six…a loan shark pinned a note to my jacket, on my way home from Catholic school that said "We know where you live.  Last night I... went down to the Port Hole and had a beer with friends. When I woke up this morning…C.M. and E.T.S. called at six-f*#@ing-thirty in the morning. But at least I was able to book The Rejects for next Monday's show. Favorite food? Hamburgers and cookies. Best time to call? Before 7PM. Secret ambition? To have no ambition.