We didn’t start singing and playing guitar while still in the womb, we haven’t been hailed as the new Dylan’s and we aren’t American Idol friendly. We’re a couple of empty-nester baby-boomer back-porch songwriters turned street performers turned full-time touring musicians. We don’t chase radio hits, we don’t write for others, we don’t wear fish bowls on our heads. We write songs, we perform them, we laugh as much as possible. We travel with a small beagle and a large cappuccino maker.
Our graphics designer asked us if we wanted a CD cover that would please our audience, or please us. We said us. He seemed distraught. We understand. We love him anyway.
Our radio promoter warned us that putting electric guitar and saxophone on the new CD would alienate some folk radio hosts. We felt that each song should be produced how we heard it when we wrote it. He was delighted. We love him.
Worst case for us is we die having written a lot of songs we love without anyone having heard them. We don’t think that would have bothered Woody Guthrie, and it doesn’t worry us.
We aren't strangers to the music scene. We've both won songwriting awards, Coco has been on Conan O'Brien twice as a backup singer for the wonderful Rebecca Pidgeon. She hit both Billboard and the Country charts with a bullet for "New England Song". She was in the original, Boston cast of "Hair".
Lafe worked for record companies for many years, released a studio album of 14 original songs in 2005 (including the "Folk Song of the Year" (Prayin' for Rain) (with grammy nominated producer Mark Greenberg) and we've done what most musicians desire: we've found a way to support ourselves with music income, at least for the six months of the year we live in Boston & Vermont. The fun surprise is that we've done it playing on the street and at farmer's markets, mostly by selling pounds of CDs. Now we are loving adding house concerts, clubs, and anywhere our audience can sit down.
We have a lot of music friends in Vermont, and now in the Boston area. We hope to find many more in San Diego and the SouthWest, and then, who knows? Kansas? The world? May we live so long, and meet you on the way.