Mary McCaslin told me about The Whole in Glendale and picked me up one evening to attend one of her performances.
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My mother bid Art into my life as she prayed over her ‘babe in womb’—“if the child is a girl let her sing”—then sang excerpts of her favorite arias for my lullabies that wove a musical cloth into my bunting. … Continue reading
My father played bass for a short time with the Spade Cooley Band. He learned to play Western Swing as a youth growing up in Texas and New Mexico. My father taught me how to play guitar when I was a senior in HS because a ‘Hootenanny’ was scheduled and I wanted to participate. I guess I thought it was going to be EASY! Ha! Continue reading
In 1966, I began signing up at Folk Coffeehouses every week for the privilege of performing for 15 minutes about enough time for 3 tunes. Folk Coffeehouses provided all of my peer the opportunity to develop our musical styles, composition and personae. I met so many other fellow musicians during this time and we all supported, critiqued and encouraged one another. Years later Jackson Browne and I would agree that the time between 1965-1975 was one of the most prolific and magical for folk musicians. Continue reading
My mother tells me that when she was pregnant with me she prayed the baby would sing. If you want to know when I REALISED I was a singer, I will tell you that it was the Christmas of 1950 when I turned 4 years old.
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