The Chenille Sisters
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The Chenille Sisters


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The best kept secret in music


"Washington Post"

"...beautifully harmonized repertoire...irreverent, loose humor...plenty of reason to both listn and laugh." - Staff

"Chicago Tribune"

" can accurately be said that The Chenille Sisters are one very funny trio of singers." - Staff

"People Magazine"

"...their sound, reminiscent of the Andrews, Boswell and McGarrigle Sisters, is sublime...they move deftly, with meticulous harmonies, from parody to pastiche to country to folk." - Staff


Room To Breathe
In the Christmas Spirit
Teaching Hippopotami To Fly
Haute Chenille: A Retrospective
True To Life
The Big Picture and Other Songs For Kids
Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?
Mama I Wanna Make Rhythm
123 For Kids
At Home With The Chenille Sisters
The Chenille Sisters


Feeling a bit camera shy


The Chenille Sisters exploded onto the music scene in 1985. Only they weren't exactly the Chenille Sisters yet. Diva-in-waiting Grace Morand and guitarist Connier Huber were burning up stages in a band called Cookin', while balladeer Cheryl Dawdy was playing goddess of the open mike.

As fate would have it, they shared the limelight from time to time at Ann Arbor's famous Ark. You could cut the mutual admiration with a knife. So it was no real surprise when Connie and Grace coaxed Cheryl to join them onstage. The shocker came when they discovered that their voices melted together like honey butter on hot toast. And The Chenille Sisters were born.

Grace was born with a condition known as excessive funny bone. She discovered her singing talent at age 4 while watching a yodeler on Ed Sullivan. As imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, she opened her mouth and howled. The mellifluence impressed everyone within earshot. Living in Detroit, however, there were precious few Austrian herdsmen role models. So she turned to Motown's own Aretha, plus Billie Holliday, Phoebe Snow and Barbara Steisand for inspiration. In between the rampant cracking of jokes, you can clearly hear their influence in Grace's rich and penetrating vocals. Still, her voice is unmistakably her own, sliding easily between lush and sultry, bright and crystalline.

Connie is the one with the checkered past. Literally. Growing up in North Dakota, she was besieged by gingham. Aprons. Curtains. Tablecloths. hand-me-downs. In the aftermath, she was left with a nostalgia for cottony things, which inspired the name Chenille. She also inspried their distinctive style. Having left home at a ripe young age to join a group of wantering buskers, she found herself slurping up life experiences like so many tumblers of 2% milk. The effect is clear in her stellar, insightful, sometime hilarious songwriting, masterfully set to her acoustic guitar. Her alto voice is like Irish coffee, silky with a kick.

Cheryl has the good hair. It's thick and straight and always listens. She never even knew what bed head was until she had the traumatic misfortune of seeng the mashed, disheveled head of Grace every morning when they shared hotel rooms on the road. This aside, Cheryl writes the kind of drop-dead ballads that could break a professional wrestler's heart clean in two. Soulful, introspective, poetic and deep, she also has the voice of an angel. It floats over crowds and shimmers down like rain.