This band started as a dream, like most bands do. Two girls, born 10 years too late, pouring over the cover of the Beatles Blue Album, which is not even, as it turns out, a real album. Two girls singing into their hairbrushes when no one else was nearby enough to hear. Two sisters, amazed to discover that the other one had a secret desire to sing, too. Two sisters, amazed to discover that her sister had a really good voice. Two sisters, brought up on Seeger and Dylan and determined to make a difference in the world, convinced music could change hearts and minds.
Parents loving enough to suspend disbelief and not insist on graduate school or real jobs.
A guy named Dave who loved them both and was willing to put up with them and put them up while they built the band.
Another guy named Dave who loved them both and was willing to lend his ear and genius and bass parts and nervous system to the project.
A third guy named Dave who played the drums with the passion of Animal and the precision of Edison.
A booking agent named Patty who turned road manager, then co-manager, then manager-babysitter-pastry-chef-maker-barista, who loved and laughed and kvetched and shook the trees and sometimes the sisters’ shoulders.
Tens of thousands of fans, who came and went over the years, but who floated the boat, sang along, believed and encouraged.
Seventeen CDs. Three books. Thirteen songbooks. A DVD. One vinyl double album. 44 states, 6 provinces, three countries, too many cities to count accurately (though Patty probably has a close approximation….)
Two grateful women, sisters, mothers, wives, friends, aunts, daughters, artists, writers, singers in the same old band. They thank you. We thank you. Thank you.