Martha White

On the "downhill all the way" half of life...mother, wife, artist, therapist...still dreaming of the wild places left....deep inside the music is sweet, like simple country on the radio while driving down a blue winding two lane blacktop songs of love, desire, and regret are sung purely (no overdubs here) and arranged simply: like a lone cowhand, strumming a guitar under the stars, lit only by a campfire on the blackest night on the prairie… and the fire within... its cowhand music