without the blonde
Anna / Without The Blonde
The journey began with being hauled around Fairbanks, Alaska for 7 years. Saving grace was summers in the mountains at her Grandparents where everyone played guitar or banjo. Anna spent lots of time alone in the woods, the snow, cabins, apartments, the ladies restroom lounge at her Mom's work, and under tables at Laundromats, singing songs mostly in her head but sometimes out loud to the trees and animals.
She was moved at 7 to an organic-farming chicken-raising no-electricity alfalfa farm on the Snake River in Huntington, Oregon where open space, juniper trees, a hillside junk pile, abandoned animal corals and lilac bushes created fond memories but homemade ketchup, squash, and headless chickens running around the front yard did not.
She secretly memorized all the songs in her Mom’s record collection.
A year later she was moved to oh-so-dairy farms Wisconsin, living in small towns up and down the Mississippi River. She would fall asleep at night pretending to sing all the songs on the radio.
At 14 she hitched a trucker route to California, returning to her family a few months later to move to upstate New York, then Montreal, where she turned 16, broke her heart and wrote lots of bad poetry. Then she was packed up, moved to Chicago, and forced to finish a terribly boring high school in the suburbs before escaping to the City. She started playing guitar but only some Bob Dylan songs, and liked to lay on the wood floor of her apartment in the dark and sing along to Billie Holiday.
She was going to college for no good reason and working an ungodly hour of the morning for an even worse reason so at 21 she snow-shoveled her car in and out of a parking spot for the last time, packed up her '77 Pontiac Grand Prix & headed out to California to stay, except for a 3-year Reno, Nevada sojourn a while back, where she wrote her first song.
Fast forward to today where she lives by the ocean with two sons, a dog, her guitar, and is totally into organic farming, but never kills chickens. The rest is in the songs.
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