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| My folks were both musicians in their own right. They were both from eastern Kentucky. Mama played guitar and sang in a gospel trio. Daddy (who had been all over the world after a stint in the Marines, but landed in Chicago) had a hillbilly band. Skip the details of how my righteous mother ended up in a honky tonk on the south side of Chicago-and just say they met, fell in love, moved back to Kentucky, and here I am. I'm not ashamed to say that Daddy worked the coal mines of eastern Kentucky. So yes, I was born a coal miner's daughter. And being wedged up between 2 mountains where we lived, we didn't have much in the way of entertainment. We received exactly 3 TV channels (in good weather) and a couple local radio stations. So it wasn't nothing strange to load up the guitars and go somewhere like Cecil Burkhart's on Friday evening (Cecil could play the heck out of anything with strings) and we might sing till well after midnight. And God have mercy, when Daddy got his hands on an old reel-to-reel recorder, we were a regular RCA™ studio right in the living room floor! I went 1 year to college with the pretense of being an attorney (mama said I liked to argue, so it seemed logical). But when I finished that first year at college I didn't go back. Instead, I cancelled my car insurance to get the refund, and with $400 in my pocket, I took off for Nashville. No plan. No contacts. No clue. I guess I thought if I hummed loudly enough in line at the grocery store, someone would discover me. Yeah, because Nashville is just that hard up for talent. I did get a job, and took some classes. I lived in Nashville for 2 years, until the second round of holidays away from home started wearing on me. And then, as quickly as I had arrived in Nashville, I was gone…home. Turning the corner... In less than a year I turned the "legal age" of 21, and in less than a month, I found a band...or they found me (I'm still not sure how that went). The rest is a country music cliche'. We played our share of taverns, fairs, and a few dives. I've been fortunate to share the stage with some really talented musicians, from Morehead, Kentucky, to Palm Springs, California. Yes, I've met a lot of really good folks along the way to whom I owe a lot. Thanks a million, guys (you know who you are)! I really hope you enjoy my music. I never set out to write a hit song. I set out to convey what's on my mind and in my heart. If it touches you, then I count myself lucky to share the special bond of music. Thanks for listening. |
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