Hi dear friends. My name is Laura Love and I have made my living as a singer/songwriter/ and touring musician for just about three decades now. Traveling in vans and living in airports and hotels takes its toll on a person, no matter how wonderfu or fulfilling the concerts are, so I've been sort of hunkered down and out of the scene for several years now. I needed to get off the road and into the outdoors, which was a very good thing that healed my body and fed my soul. But, I'm thinking it's time to come out of the woods and start creating again. It's occurring to me that I've got to do something to try to make sense of these shockingly awful last 2 years, which have been the hardest of my adult life. I don't know how else to go forward, but to write and record music. Two years ago I was physically assaulted and beaten badly, which threw me into a perpetual motion tailspin that derailed me until just a few months ago, when I started thinking about coming out from under the bed and putting that story to words and melody. In February, I went on a short tour in Northern California, (with my friend and amazing guitarist, Terry Hunt) which buoyed my spirits and reaffirmed my love for the exchange that happens between people on and off stage at live performances. I debuted 2 new songs on that tour, which I vowed to record as soon as I could raise the funds. When I got home to my angel kitties, I felt like I'd finally gotten my groove back...and then came March.
On March 3rd, my precious, beautiful, brilliant, kind, lovely, quirky, odd, perfect, sister, Lisa, committed suicide. Nothing could have prepared me for this kind of pain. My sister Lisa loved the color red and I loved her. My new home is surrounded by her things - her furniture, her plates, her bedding, and I am enveloped in the color that soothed her. I am reminded at every turn that this simple thing, gave her some measure of comfort in an otherwise unbearable existence. Now, In addition to the new songs I performed in February, I am starting to write one about her. So far, I've got a little bit of a tune and a line or two. "My Lisa...she loved the color red, she listened to everything I said, She let me be the oldest, she let me be the loudest, she gave me my head, She loved the color red, she loved the color red." With your help, I am hoping to record a new body of work, and get some of these sad songs out that are starting to pile up in my mind. Thank you.