That’s unbelievable. Surely somebody in Nashville sees the potential. I have heard from people who say, we could do it cheaper if you just do a little 5-song EP and without the liner notes. No! I want it to have the lyrics and credits for who played what on what song. That’s important! They say just list all the musicians all in one chunk, and let them guess who played on what. That’s not fair to my fans.
I have always been that way. Back in the seventies, I loved the bands that had the great liner notes in the album that spelled out who played what on what. That was my first education as a budding music journalist. Exactly, because you want to feel like you’re right there at their kitchen table. You want to know about the artists. And I want to put the words on it. Back in the day, when someone didn’t put the lyric sheet in their album, my cousin and I would sit there with the record player, lifting the needle and placing it back, and he would write down the words. Sometimes you couldn’t understand the words, and we wanted to know so we could sing them.
I am in total agreement. And the whole genre thing gets me - what do you say when people ask you what you do?
I like to think of myself as an “artist.” I do many things, and really don’t want to be boxed in, labeled, or categorized. Me too. I can go with that. Why can’t I just be an artist? I mean, I love singing, but I also love writing. I never feel that jealousy that some writers feel when they “have to” listen to some- body else sing their songs. If I did, I’d probably lie about it anyway, but I’m telling you right now, I don’t. I’m honored that the song has a life, even it’s not my turn to give it a life. At least that song, because I’ve got so many of them. Every song that gets to be heard and ap- preciated, that is just fine with me. Otherwise, what would happen to it? It would just get shuf-
Bekka and her sweet doggie, Gregory Bob Britt! (Photo by Bekka Bramlett)
fled off in my drawer and never be heard. And I’d move on to the next song. But I want to, at some point, be able to express for myself the songs that I have written.
I know what you mean Bekka. I am by no means on the level with you, but I have been writing for years, and singing and playing my songs in smoky bars for two drunks, or in a venue where no one was listening. But a few weeks ago I was given the opportunity by Billy Bob Thornton and J.D. Andrew to open for their band The Boxmasters at the Newberry Opry House. I opened with just me and my Zager guitar, and the crowd couldn’t have been nicer to me. Then after the show, I was sitting with Billy and the guys at the autograph table, and was blown away by comments people were making about my performance and talking about individual songs of mine that they liked. I just like Billy Bob a lot. I can’t see anybody
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