Dorothy C. LeBlanc

Dorothy C. LeBlanc

 Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA
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Imagine a song equating a bout of breast cancer with an onslaught of bird poop. This quirky mommy-turned- singer/songwriter is adept at putting life's realities into perspective, with insights that are at times straight forward, and at other times amusing. Always delightfully insightful.

Biography

"Dorothy has a well-honed stage charm and an unsinkable ego when she gets on stage, opening up her life through her songs. In one about her parents death, she offers It was easy to clear out that old house/Not so easy to clear out my mind.

Dorothy LeBlanc resides in Baton Rouge, LA, and is a self-described 55-year-old
mommy turned musician. She has been married for the past 29 years to Warren LeBlanc, and they have two grown sons,
Travis and Chris. Though she received her formal academic training at Louisiana State University, she will tell you that her
career in music evolved outside of the traditional classroom!

Her early musical experiences were very eclectic, running the gamut from folk to bluegrass to big band to rock 'n roll to traditional country. She did not make it to center stage as a musician until her kids were grown, her husband had retired, and she had successfully tackled a pesky run-in with breast cancer. At that point, Dorothy felt like it was time to get out there and express herself...and express herself she has!

She worked tirelessly for 5 years as the music teacher at early learning centers in the Baton Rouge, LA, area. She continues to teach music at special needs schools in the Baton Rouge area. Additionally, she adds musical merriment to children's birthday parties and other community events geared towards children and families!

In 2006, Dorothy expanded her business to include performances at seniors' centers and Alzheimer's facilities. Her program is lovingly called "Memories 'n Song" and each performance is filled with tunes that these seniors knew and loved when they were younger.

She has been bombarded throughout this time with lyrics and melodies of her own. She is daily honing her skills as a songwriter and singer of the realities of life from the perspective of a mommy-turned-musician. This is quickly becoming her greatest passion, and very often the reason she wakes at 1:45 in the morning, seeking pen and paper and some of the answers she hasn't found yet.

Dorothy plays acoustic and electric guitar, mandolin, keys, dulcimer, uke, and is learning the cello! Let the musical adventure continue...

Lyrics

Bird Poop

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

I was perched atop my Lady Schwinn…
Just waitin for the sweat to begin…
Drippin from my brow into my eyes.
Doin what the experts say…
I should be doin everyday…
If I want to stay healthy and alive.

It was a Saturday morning right about 6:20…
Seen a couple of cars…maybe not that many…
All in all it was quite a perfect ride.
And then it happened in one fell swoop…
On my right arm…SPLAT…bird poop…
I quickly wiped my arm upon my hide.

By the time my watch said 6:25…
I’d pondered what had just transpired…
The irony so apparent to me.
Of all the bikers out that morning…
Low and behold, without any warning…
That lowly bird just had to poop on ME.

But a little bird poop ain’t gonna bother me…
I’ve been there before…It washes off, you see.
Gotta keep on moving…THAT’s the key.
No, a little bird poop ain’t gonna bother me.

It was January 6, 2003…
When the “C” word was first said to me…
That hospital smell still etched upon my brain.
I was there to take that grueling test…
Most women admittedly detest…
That machine must’ve been invented a MAN.

“Okay, this might feel a little tight…”
As they twist and twist with all their might…
“Hold still…don’t breathe”…Wait, do I look dumb?
Don’t breathe, you think…won’t I die…
Without air in my lungs…my oh my…
Unbeknownst to me the best was yet to come.

By the time my watch said 10:52…
Another machine…one or two…
The doctor started speakin ‘doctor-speak’.
Something ain’t right right there on the left…
NOW I’m tryin to catch my breath…
Looks like surgery’s set for early next week.

But a runaway cell ain’t gonna bother me…
Just a pesky inconvenience, you see.
Gotta keep on moving…THAT’s the key.
No, a runaway cell ain’t gonna bother me.

I’ve been on this planet for 50 years…
There’s been far more laughter than weepy tears…
And to what do I owe this reality?
I figured it out not too long ago…
And bein I’m a giver, I’ll tell you so…
I’ll share my unique epiphany.

When God made this earth he made plenty of birds…
And where there are birds, there are sure to be turds…
It’s all part of the general scheme of things.
If there were no birds…they wouldn’t go SPLAT…
But doesn’t the splat make me appreciate that…
They wake in the morning and sing and sing and sing!

No a little bird poop ain’t gonna bother me…
I’ve been there before…It washes off, you see.
Gotta keep on moving…THAT’s the key.
No, a little bird poop ain’t gonna bother me.
No, a runaway cell ain’t gonna bother me.
No, a little bird poop ain’t gonna bother me.

Two Little Gifts

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

Times were lean when they bought their first tree
For their one-room apartment back in ‘43
He said it wouldn’t be Christmas without it
She crocheted some snowflakes, made a paper chain
On each branch she hung a li’l candy cane
Two presents sat on the tree shirt around it
She made him a button-up shirt with a well-pressed collar
He bought her a tiny bottle of perfume for right about a dollar
Two little gifts under the tree
But they were living in the lap of luxury
To spend Christmas with the one they love.

Within a decade they’d added a string of lights
A new ornament a year, it was a beautiful sight
By then their family had two new additions
Little hands hung the baubles on the bottom branch
As carols filled the air, they’d sing and dance
They’d created some new Christmas traditions
Under the tree were toys and games, dolls, and chaps for riding the range
And hidden out of sight near the base of the tree…well, some things never change
There were those two special gifts under the tree
They were living in the lap of luxury
To spend Christmas with the ones they love.

It was December of ‘95 when I picked out their tree
And they both asked me “would you please do a little shopping for me”
Each had a special gift to give the other
He asked me to buy her that little bottle of Chanel
She asked me to buy him a new shirt, but not to tell
It turned out to be their last Christmas together
The kids were all coming, so were their kids’ kids…they couldn’t have asked for more
And when it came time to open the gifts, I’m sure you know what was in store…
There were two special gifts under the tree
They were living in the lap of luxury
To spend Christmas with the ones they love.

You could see it in their eyes…
They were living in the lap of luxury
To spend Christmas with the ones they love.

Wander

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

It’s time for you to wander
I’ve been in your shoes
I’ve made my share of choices
Now it’s time for you to choose

This big old world it calls you
So much to see and hear
It’s what you’ve always dreamt of
S’pose it’s been my greatest fear

I’ve loved to watch you grow
So hard to let you go

But it’s time for you to wander
Put on your walkin shoes

I’ve loved to watch you grow
So hard to let you go

But it’s time for you to wander
Put on your walkin shoes

Carry my love with you

Prayer with Every Stitch

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

It was calico and striped, paisley and plaid
Made a century ago for my grandpa’s dad
Outa feed sacks and lotsa love and care.
They say she worked in silence with a smile on her face
Each stitch with a purpose, so carefully placed
The only hands that touched it…belonged to Aunt Claire.

She was a legend in her time, is what they said
With the tiniest stitches, her fingers sped
Through the fabric in the frame by the old straight-back chair.
She sure could quilt but there was something more
Something special everyone adored
What held each quilt together…was love and prayer.

There was a prayer with every stitch…a thought and a special wish…
With the person who’d receive in on her mind.
Every quilt a treasure…impossible to measure
Aunt Claire and her quilts were both one of a kind.

Grandpa’s daddy turned nine the day Aunt Claire stopped by
With a package and a strawberry pie
Her pie’s placed first for years at the county fair.
He rushed to the door to give her a hand
Reached for that pie before he could understand
It was the box that she was anxious to share.

In all fairness….he was just a boy…
And all he could think about was getting a toy
Or a slingshot or some arrows and a bow.
He thanked her for the quilt, ran and put it on his bed
Bein as he was a kid, he just scratched his head
See there was no way he coulda known…

There was a prayer with every stitch…a thought and a special wish…
With the person who’d receive in on her mind.
Every quilt a treasure…impossible to measure
Aunt Claire and her quilts were both one of a kind.

Granddaddy used it, daddy used it too
Before my kids were born, daddy knew what to do
He cleaned it good and passed it on to me.
It was a wee bit tattered and a wee bit torn
But it was with me when my kids were born
I carried with me a bit of family history.

Sometimes we use it to cover a bed
Sometimes we lay it in the grass and place our heads
On this woven bit of goodness made by Aunt Claire.
It’s my favorite treasure…keeps my kids so warm
It all started years ago on great-grandpa’s farm
I tell em this story so they’ll be aware…

There was a prayer with every stitch…a thought and a special wish…
With the person who’d receive in on her mind.
Every quilt a treasure…impossible to measure
Aunt Claire and her quilts were both one of a kind.

It was calico and striped, paisley and plaid
Made a century ago for my grandpa’s dad

Healin'

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

This world needs a big time healin’
No more lyin’…no more cheatin’…no more stealin’
Let love be the greatest feelin’
Let the healin’ begin today

Greet your sister or your brother with a helpin’ hand
Lend an ear…try to understand
We’re all here together…it’s part of the plan
Let the healin’ begin today

This world needs a big time healin’
No more lyin’…no more cheatin’…no more stealin’
Let love be the greatest feelin’
Let the healin’ begin today

Take pride in all you do
Inspire everyone who’s in your view
You’re here for me…I’m here for you
Let the healin’ begin today

This world needs a big time healin’
No more lyin’…no more cheatin’…no more stealin’
Let love be the greatest feelin’
Let the healin’ begin today

No more hatred…no more fits of rage
Let's come together...get on the same page
There’s still a lot of good in this day and age
Let the healin’ begin today

This world needs a big time healin’
No more lyin’…no more cheatin’…no more stealin’
Let love be the greatest feelin’
Let the healin’ begin today

For Joni

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

I grew up with her, though not in the usual sense
She on that pedestal, me entranced
My life somewhat turbulent, my mind often reeling
When the stylus hit the vinyl, instant healing

She a bit too free to share her emotions
A bit too open yet shunning devotion
At times my muse but always my friend
When the stylus hit the vinyl, together again

It was clear from her lyrics that we’d thought the same thoughts
We’d felt that same pain…walked the same walk
She like my big sister, her words so wise
When the stylus hit the vinyl, I sought her advice

Yes, I grew up with her, though not in the usual sense
She on that pedestal, me entranced
My life somewhat turbulent, my mind often reeling
When the stylus hit the vinyl, instant healing

I turned to her the day my mother died
She too had felt blue, many tears I cried
As she spoke to me my tension eased
When the stylus hit the vinyl, a beautiful release

Today I sit and wonder, does she write every day
Do the words flow freely or does she struggle to say
Those beautiful outpourings that to me are a pearl
When the stylus hits the vinyl, I’m not alone in this world

Yes, I’m still growing up with her though not in the usual sense
She on that pedestal, me entranced
My life somewhat turbulent, my mind often reeling
When the stylus hits the vinyl, instant healing…instant healing…instant healing….instant healing

Together

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

she calls to him when he's away
he awaits the day
they'll again be together

he's got dues to pay
she's content to lay
in wait, unfettered

they'd shared laughter and tears
successes and fears
she always soothed his soul

to him it was clear
with her he'd spend his golden years
in his boat with his fishin pole

the water calls him by name
she calls him by name
he loves the water and that's where he'll
make his home one day

he's countin down the days
dreamin of that misty haze
every mornin by his favorite fishin hole

the water calls him by name
she calls him by name
he loves the water and that's where he'll
make his home one day
yes he loves the water and that's where he'll
make his home one day

Kerosene Light

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

daddy was a sharecropper in '35
how he fed a family of five
it was a hard life but it was a livin

put on his catalog shoes and britches
knees patched with tiny stitches
so grateful for what he'd been given

grew cotton and peas that needed pickin
a coupla cows 'n a yard full of chickens
the whole family got in on the act

even us younguns worked in the fields
workin together meant better yields
those were good times, lookin back

we didn't have much but we had each other
a hard-workin father and a God-fearin mother
and the Good Book always by our side (2 times)

cotton-pickin time meant no school
no long mornin walk, no teacher's rules
no writin, no figurin, no readin

we'd hit the fields 'n it wasn't long
us kids'd be singin a mournful song
achin back and fingers bleeding

but we'd stay at it til our sacks were full
of that fresh white goodness that we'd pull
at days' end, paid by the pound

cornbread and peas for dinner each night
then momma'd read from the Book by the kerosene light
she'd make sure us kids were glory bound

we didn't have much but we had each other
a hard-workin father and a God-fearin mother
and the Good Book always by our side (2 times)

since I came of age i've seen the world
i left the farm...met and married a girl
got a family of my very own

made a different way than my dad
some of it good...some of it bad
but my childhood was the best I could have known

we didn't have much but we had each other
a hard-workin father and a God-fearin mother
and the Good Book always by our side (2 times...repeat last line 2 more times)

Lady of Leisure

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

LADY OF LEISURE by dorothy c leblanc

blast outa bed...coffee for the head
pancakes to make...kids to wake
remind 'em to brush...remind 'em to flush
listen for the chime...off to school on time

wash dark clothes...water garden with hose
fix leaky faucet...clean hall closet
roast in crock pot...season, not too hot
hang clothes on line...and it's only NINE?

she never worked a day in her life
she never worked a day in her life
she never earned a penny
and she never worked a day in her life

clean fish tank...run to the bank
get milk and bread...put sheets on bed
call from school...keep her cool
mop the floor...so many chores!

iron his shirts...hem her skirts
start load of whites...change burnt out lights
already noon?...can't be so soon
grab a quick bite...don't forget diet

she never worked a day in her life
she never worked a day in her life
she never earned a penny
and she never worked a day in her life

'nother cup of joe...work some more
dust the den...phone rings again
mix cookie batter...clean up splatter
hop in the shower...they'll be home in an hour

meet the bus...patience a must
stories to relive...hugs to give
cookies and milk...fix hair quick
already 3:30?...how'd things re-dirty?

she never worked a day in her life
she never worked a day in her life
she never earned a penny
and she never worked a day in her life

homework time...keep 'em in line
phone call from glen...he's doin it again
guest for dinner...this is a winner
set another place...put smile on face

dinner dishes done...7:21
check homework pages...tireder than in ages
hugs goodnight...day's end in sight!
fall into bed...did the fish got fed

she never worked a day in her life
she never worked a day in her life
she never earned a penny
and she never worked a day in her life

too tired to sleep...try counting sheep
mind won't stop...plan next grocery shop
nightly prayer...ask for patience to spare
5:10 am...do it all again!

she never worked a day in her life
she never worked a day in her life
she was a lady of leisure
and she never worked a day in her life

Home

Written By: Dorothy C. LeBlanc

Home by Dorothy C. LeBlanc

She’d sped out of town without turning around
She’d had to get away
Twenty years later she’d found her way
Back home

It’s the warmest hug…A full coffee mug
Time to waste…A slower pace
A home-cooked meal…Space to heal
Coming home

Photos to take…memories to make
Endless talks…quiet walks
Heightened senses…mending fences
Coming home

She’s going back to what she couldn’t wait to leave
She needed time to grieve…She needed to time to believe
In a place called home

Puzzles to solve…Things to resolve
Making amends…no need to pretend
Growing together…friends forever
Coming home

Changing roles…sharing goals
Things to discern…live and learn
On her own…but never alone
Coming home

She’s going back to what she couldn’t wait to leave
She needed time to grieve…She needed to time to believe
In a place called home


Discography

CHILDREN'S ALBUMS:
1. BLUEgrass? Everyone NOSE grass is green! (2006)
2. Rockin' Those Blues Away (2008)
3. My Day with Grandma (2010)

ORIGINAL OFFERINGS FOR THE NON-PRESCHOOL SET:
1. Wander (2011)
2, Legacy (2012)
3. Reminiscent (2012)

CELEBRATING THE MUSIC OF THE EARLY THROUGH MID-1900S:
1. A dvd entitled "Memories 'n Song"...A sing-along dvd featuring the music of the early to mid 1900s.
2. Memories 'n Song Vol. 2...a cd produced to have a sing-along quality, featuring songs of the early to mid-1900s.
3. Memories 'n Song Vol. 3...a cd that features those wonderful "night on the town" tunes of the early to mid-1900s.

Set List

I have 3 sorts of gigs that I do. The first performance is that of my singer/songwriter tunes. Here is a sample 1-hour songwriter set: Oftentimes, when appropriate, I will intersperse a cover of a songwriter who has proven influential to me, like Joni Mitchell, Ryan Adams, John Prine, Iris Dement, etc.)

Simplify
Lady of Leisure
For Joni
Prayer with Every Stitch
Healing
Flyin' Solo
Wander
Return to Sender Blues
A Lifetime
Bird Poop
Home
Momma 'n Willie 'n Me
So Far
Bayou Pigeon
Together

I LOVE to perform music of the 1920's to 1940s and I often do 1 hour sets as well. Seniors in the audience relive old musical memories; Younger audience members experience these wonderful tunes, perhaps for the first time. (People of all ages love these tunes! If there are a lot of different ages in the crowd, I'll intersperse some contemeporary tunes that will appeal to the audience.)

You are My Sunshine
Ain't She Sweet
Yes Sir, That's My Baby
Don't Get Around Mu