Where did you grow up? How would you describe holiday/winter time/traditions where you are from?
I grew up in the small village of South Egremont, just outside Great Barrington, in western Massachusetts. It’s a tiny little town with one store/café, a beautiful old Inn, and a post office. I lived in the same house my whole life. The village is preserved as a “historic district.” Most of the houses are still painted white with black shutters. Our house was painted a different color and was right before the “historic district” sign. I always felt a little left out. I loved Egremont because the town provided little Christmas trees to all the houses in the village and everyone put white lights on them. It was magical driving home in the snow. Like something out of a picture book.
How many people are/were in your family growing up? What birth order are you?
I have three sisters, I’m the middle one.
Do you identify with a particular religion or philosophy? Was your religion/philosophy different growing up?
My parents sent us to a Waldorf school and considered themselves Anthroposophists when we were young. The schools were founded by Rudolf Steiner and I suppose there was a certain element of Christianity in our childhood. Mostly observed around the holidays. We didn’t go to church regularly or anything, though my parents are both very spiritual. They found God in poetry and nature, and felt it was up to us to come to our own beliefs.
As a grown up, what things do you do every winter? At the holidays?
The holidays used to always revolve around my amazing grandmother in Vermont. We had a ton of cousins and it was always a huge gathering and lots of eating. I loved those times sitting with my grandmother hearing stories about her childhood and all the ancestors I never knew. She passed away a few years ago. Now we are trying to find new traditions but we are a bit lost I’d say.
When you were little, what religious, familial, school or other traditions do you remember observing? (ones you liked & didn’t like)
My mom and dad always read us a prayer before bed. It was written by Rudolf Steiner and is called “ A Prayer for Little Children Who Themselves Already Pray. “ From my head to my feet I am the image of god. From my heart to my hands I feel the breath of god. When I speak with my mouth I follow god’s will. When I behold god everywhere, in mother, in father, in all dear people. In beast and flower, in tree and stone. Nothing brings fear, but love to all that is around me.”, … I can’t believe those words come back to me after twenty-one years.
We also had this funny tradition when we were kids with this book called “The Little Lamb of Bethlehem.” My parents told us that an elf or a fairy came and hid it in our Christmas tree every year. We had to find it. Then we all sat on the floor by the tree and dad read it. Now my sister keeps bringing it to Christmas even though we’re all grown up. My dad always gets choked up now and has to pass the book to one of us.
Was music a part of any of those traditions? Tell me how…
I loved making the advent wreath. We’d go out to the woods behind our house and pick little pine branches and weave a wreath with five candles for the center of our table. We’d sing carols around it every Sunday night and light a new candle every week until Christmas.
What is your favorite holiday or winter song?
Hmmm… I think Silent Night because my grandmother had a music box crèche that played that over and over for so many years. It had a wonderful little manger scene with all the animals gathered. When we were older mice bit off the arms of the baby Jesus. That was disappointing. O Holy Night is another favorite because I got to sing in a choir as a small kid. I did a performance with all these booming adult voices and the organ in this church and I was overwhelmed with how beautiful it was when everyone sang the minor chords of “Fall on your knees oh hear the angels voices.” I remember an old woman pinching my big fat rosy cheeks that night. I was embarrassed because I was feeling so grown up.
What is the story behind your winter song?
I’ve always loved the story “The Gift Of The Magi” by O. Henry. To sum it up, there is a young couple who are in love. They want to buy each other gifts but they have no money. She goes to town and sells her beautiful hair to buy her husband a chain for his watch that his father left him. He goes to town and sells his watch to buy her beautiful combs for her hair. This always seemed so romantic. Then when I was broke and couldn’t buy my partner a proper present years ago, I bought that book instead. I suppose that’s the sorrow in my song, and the love found/lost. And maybe how the best things that stay with us from a relationship have nothing to do with the physical gifts.
Why create a holiday album? Why with these other women?
To make ourselves nuts! Well I respect them all tremendously and have a blast collaborating. We’ve never gotten the chance to play more than a few shows all together. It’s a great way to liven up the holidays. Mix up our remarkably different faiths, non-faiths, humor and fun. We had only three days in the studio to learn this, and some of us even wrote our songs the day we recorded them. Some magic happened in that little window of time. We had no idea what we’d come up with, recording there in the midst of August, but I’m surprised to find it really touching and lovely.
Are there markets/towns/venues/charities on this tour of particular meaning/significance to you that you’d like to share?
I’d really like to connect with the food banks in each city where we’re playing. I’d love it if the audience would each bring some non-perishable and hopefully useful food item to donate. I’d also love to do something for kids that may not get gifts this year.