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My first record, "New American Haiku" is in the making now.
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The hills I grew up in were full of tragedies, yet somehow they always managed to just miss me. They were like the tornadoes – random, violent and captivating. These tragedies were worn on the faces that stared at me while I hymned in front of our congregation. I stood before them so often, my mouth open in song, that their stories became imprinted into my voice.
My first performance was a song called “The Twelve Disciples.” Our small country church was full of the usual solemn folk that morning as my mother led me to the front. I was a three-year-old voice in the acappella air. The faces smiled and so I began singing in the church every chance I got. Both my mother and grandmother were singers in the choir, and so naturally I attended practice with them and soon became the youngest member of the group. No one seemed to mind too much, so I just kept singing in the choir. It kept me from dying of boredom every Sunday morning, Sunday night, Monday night and Wednesday night.
I left the Ozarks and am better for the distance. Living in Chicago for the past eight years has allowed me to find colors in things that I once thought to be colorless.
A woman once said that my voice is “warm and wise.” I hope to engender my songs and those within earshot with this warmth and wisdom.
My first record is called “New American Haiku,” It's simple – just me and my guitar.
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