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Born of another time and place, Nancy Seiters was raised on the Sewanee plateau in Tenessee. While her friends idolized Twisted Sister and Whitesnake, she was busy listening to Hank Williams, Robert Johnson, and Elizabeth Cotton. It didn't matter that these were the only records in her parents' collection, she had no need for the glitz and glamour.
Years went by and she honed her skills, constantly digging deeper into the roots of American music. In the lovely country-music Mecca known as Nashville, she recorded two records, collectively titled: The Ribbon and Twine Project. But the city's sequin sheen was not for her. It seemed to have lost its way -- at least Twisted Sister realized its caricature status. And so, Nancy packed up and headed west to settle in the tiny mountain hamlet of Leadville.
For a while, so disgusted by the image-driven scene, she considered giving up on music alltogheter. But some things are inescapeable. Some things run through the blood. Thankfully for us, she pulled out her guitar again. Yes friends, Nancy is the real deal. - internet
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Ribbon and Twine Project Record one and two
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“Nothing is allowed to die in a society of storytelling people. It is all—the good and the bad—carted up and brought along from one generation to the next. And everything that is brought along and colored by those who bring it.”
Harry Crews
In his anthology, A Childhood: the Biography of a Place, Harry Crews writes about the influences of people and place. These whispers of lives—both past and present—color his perspective and enable him to create a timeless story. Like Crews, Nancy Seiters’ songs do the same. Somewhat isolated by her upbringing on the plateau of Sewanee, TN, her lyrics and insights are not akin to influences of the MTV generation. Instead, educated in that poetic fog, she became more of a student of the folk and roots genre of music. Her storied musical quilt resonates with the language of human experience.
Seiters says that she sometimes writes her songs in the car. “For awhile I had a rear tire that made a slow clicking sound and for the longest time I wrote waltzy songs to that rhythm. I finally took the car to the shop. When they lifted the car, the tire fell right off. Not only did I get scolded by the mechanic and a stiff bill, I had writer’s block for a month. While I sometimes miss that driving ‘click track’, the tune-up freed my writing.” Due to the nature of their origin, these songs could be coined as “driving songs”. In her sets you may hear the steely turmoil of proselytized souls, the bluesy criticism of road-sign messages, and the ballads of shy lovers.
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