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It’s a sickeningly familiar feeling, that deep-gutted fear, that fluttery breathless panic spreading like hot infection through my veins. I’m watching from the wings, about to take the stage as the star of the show, the entire cast already mid-number under the bright lights as I realize that I have never actually been to a rehearsal for this show. I’ve listened to the music, and I can fake...
By spring of 2000, I was nursing an infant son and chasing a precocious toddler girl around the Holler. I was seriously missing my boyfriend (aka my husband, Chuck Cannon). I got together with the beautiful Kimmie Rhodes and the multi-talented Kevin Savigar and played them the first tracks from a new artist named Macy Gray, and also the new album released by my old friend Shelby Lynne. Both reeked of soul, and I realized that as a country singer I’d been working with one hand tied behind my back - my soul hand, the one that dropped the needle on every Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder and Bonnie Raitt album I could get my hands on. We wrote “Nothing But Love” that day and it sparked a whole collection of songs that poured out of that neglected well to become Green Eyed Soul, my favorite studio album I’ve made thus far.
