You can pick up a copy of RT's CD from Not Lame .
If you prefer, you can buy from CD Baby or download from iTunes , Yahoo Music , or Zuzula (very high quality mp3s.)
Lately RT has been describing herself as mellow countryish pop-rock, kind of like Nashville meets Newark, NJ. (Which she lives near. Newark, she means.) She grew up in Los Angeles. Her first full-length CD Land of My Baby came out in 2005, and recording for the second one, tentatively titled The Way She is Now, is (dum-da-dum) underway.
RT has been writing songs and playing out (which always sounds to her like wearing out, as in "Are you going to wear those shoes out of the store, ma'am?") since 1995. Some of her favorite recent gigs have been at Jalopy in Red Hook; the Happy Ending reading series in NYC's Chinatown, at which she sang the night Jen Trynin read, which was very exciting; the truly wonderful Banjo Jims in the East Village; and the Parkside on the Lower East Side. She'll always miss CBs Gallery where she played a lot and, if you really want to get maudlin, she really misses Baby Jupiter, where she and her friends threw a benefit concert in 2000 at which they did all of Geo. Harrison's All Things Must Pass, except for the jam parts.
People she plays with regularly to whom she is quite grateful are her husband, Scott Anthony (bass), John Pinamonti (guitar), Steve Goulding (drums), and Sue Raffman (harmony vocals).
Here's what RT did today:
Went to work, walked around, ate guacamole and matzo, dodged the cat on the stairs, attempted to read an article in the New Yorker but found her attention span was too short, talked to gals on the phone, hung out with her husband and did some music-related stuff.
Here's what she did on this day 30 years ago:
Went to school, got driven home, sat on the steps doing homework and smelling the eucalyptus trees, ate Kraft macaroni and cheese (to be fair, it could also have been her Mom's delicious tarragon chicken), watched Fernwood 2 Night and Taxi, put on Linda Ronstadt's Heart Like a Wheel, and then Tom Petty's You're Gonna Get It, and had trouble falling asleep because the neighbor's windchimes sounded like a ghost piano.
