Well, it all started when I told my Mom I didn't want to keep playing the piano, but I sure did want a guitar. Self-taught, I have wandered through life with my guitar to the ripe old age my mother would have been, when she was disappointed by my pronouncement. Then Deb Roberts and I learned to harmonize our voices to Emmy Lou songs in the back seat of a car while hitchhiking in our early 20's. I have always had wonderful people to inspire me, to learn from and to harmonize with. Fast forward to 1990 when my husband was killed in a plane crash and I immersed myself in the Tex-Mex border music of New Mexico with folk artist Johnny Florez. I was singing Las Mananitas for birthdays and Mother's Day, crooning out Paloma Negra, Reloj, and Sabor a Mi. Did anyone want to hear the old songs I knew from playing in bluegrass/country bands? Sure they did. My Patsy Cline songs were a huge hit, so I mixed and matched my repertoire. Then to Southwest Colorado which swallowed me up and supported me. And did I mention that horses have to be part of all this, too? I think I would have been a singing cowboy, riding across the desert with guitar in hand, if I thought I could pull it off.
Well, it all started when I told my Mom I didn't want to keep playing the piano, but I sure did want a guitar. Self-taught, I have wandered through life with my guitar to the ripe old age my mother would have been, when she was disappointed by my pronouncement. Then Deb Roberts and I learned to harmonize our voices to Emmy Lou songs in the back seat of a car while hitchhiking in our early 20's. I have always had wonderful people to inspire me, to learn from and to harmonize with. Fast forward to 1990 when my husband was killed in a plane crash and I immersed myself in the Tex-Mex border music of New Mexico with folk artist Johnny Florez. I was singing Las Mananitas for birthdays and Mother's Day, crooning out Paloma Negra, Reloj, and Sabor a Mi. Did anyone want to hear the old songs I knew from playing in bluegrass/country bands? Sure they did. My Patsy Cline songs were a huge hit, so I mixed and matched my repertoire. Then to Southwest Colorado which swallowed me up and supported me. And did I mention that horses have to be part of all this, too? I think I would have been a singing cowboy, riding across the desert with guitar in hand, if I thought I could pull it off.
