When I was a youngster, I got to watch my uncle Bobby Doyle (The Bobby Doyle Three) and Kenny Rogers practice in his studio. Kenny in blue jeans and a white tee-shirt with a pack of cigs rolled up in one sleeve. My cousins and I would dance and sing to the music...shoot, we thought we were "Stars" and to him we were. Uncle Bobby left this world, to many, as a "Legend"; a blues playing piano man with a style all his own and a heart of golden music notes. Especially in Austin, where he established Ego's as a music venue for the locals, until the end at Eddy V's. I grew up with music. My Granny had numerous songs copy righted in the 40's and could play a mean piano. My brothers played guitar and the drums, and my uncle "Smitty" played fiddle...we were always jammin' somewhere, somehow from the campfires of Liberty Hill to Austin...blending the melodies of the south. My brother Charlie could sing like a song-bird and could play an acoustic guitar....well.... sweeeeeet. I got my first guitar when I was 13. I was always skipping out on the piano teacher and daddy wanted his gypsy-boots cowgirl to grow up and play something....he always said tryin' to keep up with me was like trying to take out a swarm of bees with a shotgun. But, cowgirls will be cowgirls, so me, my guitar and my pony galloped off into the sunset of time having fun singing; hittin' the rodeos, cheerleading, BOYS, skippin' school and drinking cold beer at Lake Travis with my friends or sneaking into a Delbert McClinton gig....what a crush I had on him...if we weren't down on old 6th street at Charlies Playhouse soakin' up the blues, then heading on down to Ernie's Chicken Shack afterhours...I never have been a morning kinda girl. Not to forget, I learned to two-step at the Broken Spoke...the home place of "honky tonk". I was raised on "Southern Charm" and "The Mystic", so I never did take learning an ax too serious. But, the first song I learned to play the night I got it was, "Today I Started Loving You Again"...yeah, my brother. Never-the-less, I love to sing and did every chance I got...you know...church, school plays, with my family, street corners, etc., strumming a few chords here and there. My dad wrote poetry and that is where I got my gift of words...and my love to write lyrics. Post college, I studied under Debbie Beinhorn, The Singers Workshop, in Houston for 6 years. That is where I learned who the Black brothers were. FYI...Brian Black opened a Happen-N place in Bandera, TX, the old Longhorn Saloon, so check it out. I never had my own band or sang with any big names, but I've been told my southern sultry vocals combined with my passion for song make for some good ear-candy. I sang mostly country and southern rock, a little pop with some oldies-but-goodies, through The Singers Workshop, friends, and the music in-crowd in Houston and surrounding areas...public and private. My brush with fame was ,once, when I got pulled up on stage at the Satellite Lounge and got to sing a lick with Miss Molly and the Whips. My passion for some years was showin' my horses around Texas with the best darn trainer in the biz...Guy Stoops, who is with the angels now. Still, "Father Time" allowed me to do a little singin'. I am somewhat of a late bloomer from my younger guitar totin' days, and as I kept marching to the beat of time, I knew something was missing. As fate would have it, I wound up in Bandera, TX where I met up with some great country music legends and awesome local pickers. That's when I knew what I had been looking for...to get back to my musical nature. After all, the word nature has "tune" in it. So, I put pen to paper and my book of lyrics is blooming...but I still could use some guitar lessons. Anybody want to come out and play?....Stay Tuned....
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