BEKKA BRAMLETT THE KUDZOO INTERVIEW
By Michael Buffalo Smith Nashville singer – songwriter Bekka Bram-
lett has accomplished more at this point in her life than many artists will achieve in a lifetime, and she continues to work hard and create amazing songs, while mentoring other artists and living a life steeped in music. Throughout her life she has performed with an endless list of great artists that include her Dad and Mom - Delaney & Bonnie - Joe Cocker, Sam Moore, Faith Hill, Gretchen Wilson, John Oates, Fleet- wood Mac – the list goes on. We caught up with Bekka by phone for a
conversation about her current projects, her deep abiding love of family and friends, and much more.
Most folks know you are the daughter of the great Delaney & Bonnie Bramlett. Would you share some of your happiest memories of growing up with them as your parents? Oh God, where do you start? My Daddy was my best friend, and still is, even though he’s far away in Heaven. I mean, I was just listening to some outtakes from this new album that mom is releasing that will be out. It’s outtakes from their album Motel Shot.
That’s my favorite Delaney & Bonnie album. Oh, Buffalo, you’re going to love it. It is so or- ganic, and so cool. But my memories of Daddy, they’re not just all musical, you know what I mean? My favorite memories of my Daddy are
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of him taking me out to a steak dinner on every birthday. He’d take me out and we’d go get my own steak. Most of the other times, when Daddy would have steak, all I wanted was the bone and the little bit of meat around the bone. I liked to just sit and chew on the bone like a pi- ranha. You know, like when you have grease up the sides of your cheeks there. He’d always say, save that bone for Bekka, and when we’d come in from riding, because we rode horses every day, I would gnaw that bone. (Laughs) Just lit- tle things like him sharing his t-bone with me, and taking me out for my birthday every year. It would just be me and him, it was our date. Little things like coming over to the kitchen
table and saying, “Hey Bekka, sing!” And I’d (she sings a hot vocal run). He’d go, “Good girl,” and then walk out and go back to the stu- dio. And my Daddy was a giver. I’d say, “Daddy can I have a couple of bucks for a burrito? Be- cause we would ride ten or fifteen miles out, and often stop for lunch He would reach in his pocket and pull out all the money in it and give it to me. He was like that. I would just take what I needed and out the rest beside his wallet that he kept on his night stand in the bedroom. By the way, we had to break our own horse, be- cause he was afraid that we’d get hurt. You know once you break a horse, it’s your horse. But he’d say “Just come on back before the street lamps come on. I love the fact that he trusted us. We didn’t have cell phones, but he knew we’d be back. He knew we were going to be alright, because he watched us break our own horses. And I’ve got the scars to prove it honey. (Laughs) They’d be out there in the stu- dio when we left and still there when we got
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