Sometimes the truth can’t be shared around a coffee morning. It can’t be ushered in under wine thick tongues. It has to be shared in real courage on a stage. We sit behind our daily – our gentler mortal clothes -day to day to keep up the trudge of life. And I think it’s the heroes that don’t get noticed -It’s the bravery in those folks that stand up in front of a microphone in their local pub to say This – is the raw and undulating way my heart beats, my guts, my pain & honest glory and I’m willing to share it with you because we’re all worthy of being seen. Showing us gracious courage, we need them and my friend Jane is one of the best of ’em.
To be honest, sometimes I don’t want Jane Kramer to make it. Oh I wish for her the accolades. I want people to note her unique cadence – that classical guitar strumming, her mastery of tone only usurped by her storytelling. That heartwrenching style all her own -of modern Appalachian folk – unique wrenching really, uniquely understandable. I don’t want her tainted. I don’t want her corralled into mainstream. I don’t. I want to weep. I want her to see right through me in that way that says ‘Shine with me -all of you.’ She quiets a room of 5 or 500. We listen to her truthtelling. Storytelling. Hearttelling. And if you haven’t heard heard her, cried with her, laughed with her and related then you ain’t lived a lick. But I have. And she makes my soul flow – when nothing else will.
Stylist: Hallie Richards