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There’s an event in Ottawa, the Great Canadian Song Along, where songwriters are given prompts. We each write a song using a prompt and perform it at a couple of shows. One of the prompts was “between the lines” and frankly, it’s not a line I’d normally use because it’s a cliché. When I started playing that ukulele riff, those are the words that came to me. It got me thinking about the gray areas in a relationship. A friend thought it was a breakup song. In the end it’s art so take from it whatever you need.
I wrote most of this after a breakup years ago, performed it once or twice, then tucked it away because it felt too personal. I pulled it out when I was contemplating songs for this album. With distance, I didn’t feel as vulnerable. It’s a true story, showing how tough it was to grieve the end of a relationship when everything was merrily blooming around me.
Another song inspired by the Great Canadian Song Along. I used all four prompts in this song. It ended up being a rather spiritual song, something I don’t often do.
This is a true story. The guy who came to fix my furnace used to drive a tour bus for Hank Williams Jr. and was a friend of Willie Nelson’s. How I would’ve loved to jam with him but like the song says, he had other work to do.
My newest song. Usually I like to test drive a song in concert before I put it on an album but something made me include this one. It was a simple song until James laid down those gorgeous strings. Dedicated to anyone who gets migraines or has a health issue that others don’t understand.
I’ve written so many breakup songs I could fill a two-album set but it’d been years since I penned a new one because I’m too damn happy now. Besides, I married this one. When a friend told me about her recent breakup, I figured she needed a song.
I needed a singalong or they’d take away my folk singer card. I really did see a Hummer with a Goddess sticker one year at the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival. “Goddess” didn’t sing well so I made her a Pagan.
I had a dream once where I was trying to save someone in a flood and we both drowned. It seemed an apt metaphor for my relationship with a particular person who cried wolf so many times I had to make the very difficult decision to let her go.
Thanks to musician Joe Newberry who mused about a karma café on his Facebook page. I turned to my friends and asked what they would expect to find at the Bad Karma Café and included some of their answers in this song.
Lois Hoover sent me these sweet lyrics. She camps a lot and you can see how the landscape inspires her. I thought it would make a great bluegrass song.
This was one of those songs that I worked on then put away many times over the years. I wasn’t happy with the ending until recently. James asked if it was a true story and I had to admit it’s not. That’s the sign of good lyrics, though, if someone thinks it’s true. Or maybe I flatter myself. I love the guitar that Fred plays in this song because it reminds me of Bonnie Raitt. I could never fill her boots but if you know her, tell I have this song that would sound great on her next album. No charge.
For Karen and The Ship. Thanks for teaching me to fly.
While many people herald the coming of fall, to me it only means that winter is coming.
From a prompt given in Writer’s Block, a songwriting group I sometimes attend. I didn’t know what the song would be about until I started playing that riff, then I realized I was writing about a family friend who kept all her husband’s belongings long after he passed away. For her, he lived in those possessions.
My cat threatened to shred the furniture if I didn’t record this song she cowrote.
Produced by Jamie Anderson and Chris Rosser
This album is lovingly dedicated to Gary Anderson, the boy who wanted to fly.
All songs written by Jamie Anderson (BMI) ©2006 – 2013, except "The Dream," lyrics by Lois Hoover and music by Jamie Anderson, © 2012 Lois Hoover and Jamie Anderson
Here are the songs from Dare -- click on ‘expand’ to see details.
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I wrote my first songs back in the 70’s with Lois. We lost contact in the 80’s and then found each other recently. She told me she wasn’t writing poetry anymore, but a few months later, I found these words in my inbox. I wrote a melody and performed it at the National Women’s Music Festival in 2012. She was in the front row.
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I really do miss living in the US, especially great Mexican food and my mom. Not necessarily in that order.
Rachel, feel free to call me.
Big thanks to Gail Dorks Anderson – this album wouldn’t have been possible without your generous support – and to everyone else who had a hand in getting it done, from housing to funding to helping me choose the songs: Jacque Allen and Barbara Benisch, April Applegate, Jim Bossert, Denise Breard, Deb Brewster, Kathleen Burns, Anne M. Fete, Pat Laberge, Larry Fenske, Ellie Grace, Suzy Higgins, Mary Hocks, Lois Hoover, Valerie Horton, Gini Ingram, Leslie D. Judd, Mark Knox, Mary Alicia Lyons and Paula Childers, Michelle Marquand and Debra Brewer, Karen Munro-Caple, Sue Norton-Scott and Will Scott, Claudia Pitts, Janice Rickert, Ronald Waite, Trish Williams, Chris Wilson, Lorali Wyant and Jill Waller, anonymous, and all of the musicians who went the extra mile (note?). Chris Rosser, I promise you can scat sing on the next album.
Here are the songs from Better Than Chocolate -- click on ‘expand’ to see details.
Front and back photos by Janice Rickert. Band photo on back by Woodland Willow Photography. Design by Sally Rogers Devine at Red Horse Graphics. Mastering by Charlie Pilzer at Airshow.
Many thanks to Linda M. Betzer (in loving memory of Candace A. Prebil), Tracy Boland and Deb Quentel, BJ Burch, Robin D. Gelman, Patrice Huettl, Cheryl Hruby, Pat Laberge, Brandie Mann, Bonnie Maxwell and Crystal Henry, Sue Norton-Scott and Will Scott, Connie Russell, Cynthia Stranis, and Martha Young.
Here are the songs and liner notes from Three Bridges -- click on 'expand' to see details. Afterwards is more information about each album.
In 1987 my friend Martie van der Voort and I decided we wanted to attend the Michigan Women's Music Festival. If only we didn't live in Arizona. Hey! We're musicians, we can book a tour. Martie brightly exclaimed, "We'll pretend we're booking agents!" and off we went. I've been collecting tiny motel soaps ever since.
I've crossed many bridges with this crazy touring life, playing in thirty seven states and four countries, in over a thousand venues, from the 1993 March on Washington for GLBT rights (for a mere few hundred thousand people) to small house concerts. I missed Montana and both Dakotas but I've played in Alaska, in Hawaii, on a couple of Caribbean islands and heck, I've been happy to perform in Kokomo and Boise -- wherever there's someone who wants to hear my tunes.
It's fitting that I dedicate this album to Dakota. No, not the state, but my (now ex) partner who wisely commented, "You don't want to wake up when you're 80 and say, I wish I'd done that." I did it. And I'm still doing it. (I hope she's not mad about the break up songs. Hey, it's art.)
I also want to dedicate this to my fans. If it wasn't for you, I'd be singing in my living room for my house plants. They don't applaud. Not only did you clap but you cheered me on in countless ways. I love you all.
On May 11, 2007, when I traipsed into AirShow Mastering with my original master tapes and CDs, Charlie Pilzer, the engineer, smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Let's get most of these songs from the CDs" he calmly said, "And if we need to go back to the original studio tape, we will." We had to do just that for three of the cuts. Fortunately, he had an old reel-to-reel machine. I crossed every appendage as he loaded a tape that hadn't been played in 15 years. Every couple of minutes he'd hit stop, pull up the tape, and wipe the heads with a cotton swab and alcohol, removing a layer of mildew and dust. I'll be damned if the tapes played. It brought me right back to being a nervous new performer, wondering what the bejesus I was doing in that big studio, recording my little songs.
All songs written by Jamie Anderson, except "A Family of Friends," by Sue Fink and Jamie Anderson; and "Where the Water Runs Deep," by Lois Hoover and Jamie Anderson.
There are a few other albums but I haven't included songs from them. A Family of Friends was released in mid 1993. It's a compilation I co-produced with Sue Fink and Dakota and contained the first recorded version of that song. Bad Hair Day was released late in 1993 and was a collection of funny songs, mostly from earlier albums. My first real album was Closer to Home, released in 1989 and while I haven't included any cuts from that one, it does contain my first recording of "Dark Chocolate." If you want one of those, I still have 2 boxes of LPs in my garage. The mildew is free.
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