Kathi's songs don't burn rubber on a dead end road going nowhere fast, no vision, no hope, rather, they remind one of a rich life. One that's possible despite all the voices telling you it's not, hope bigger than the punches that come out of the garden. Songs on "Greater Than Gold"were recorded in Texas @ Parrottracks, with money from her design work at a Shipyard in Bath, Maine. Embellished by Ace in the hole; George Straits band: With Terry Hale, Art Kidd and Rick Mcrae on guitar, mandolin and fiddle, his work is brilliantly & clearly orchestrated on"Bird on the Bow", a song of hope and courage to sing in the midst of heavy clouds.
Kathi also worked with Charley Larkey the bass player on Carol Kings seminal "Tapestry" and John Mills, wind instruments- Leonard Cohen, and drummer Chris Searles- Bruce Springsteen.
Nordone ambles through the ruins of experience, with an optimism that defies long suffering. Her North East, West, Texas & Midcoast songs unearth pearls of love ~ where people are openhearted.
Inspired by her mother who LOVED Ray Charles and Pavorotti equally and her Father who loved Trini Lopez, Peter Paul and Mary and Hank Williams, oh and Johnny Denver of course. Her history is so full of beautiful music and songs of nostalgia and passion. * If you can listen to WJTO 730 AM Bath Maine you can hear Kathis Heart. She's working on an Oldie to sing someday soon. No, not that song
: ) just yet.
"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers for thereby some have entertained Angels unawares."
a little story before the big scare.
on A bus.
Christmas Eve. Grand Central Station -
my Christmas gifts are still there - I hope.
All I heard were words,
Love and Peace on a bus in the East~
hard to believe
most say - why go there.
....afraid to leave Austin, leave Texas, the high spirited youthful people who I met and who inspired me. Older sister left, sad, mom gone.
"I'm traveling now~ walking, bus, train, plane, taxi too, in and on the clouds, comforted by heavens hugs, resting often on my hand looking out at the world, resting in a blanket of softness, unimaginable, along the way -
"Arriving in NY, on the bus, Christmas Eve, was precious. Love was real. All I heard were words of Love and Peace on a bus in the East. Thank You, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays~that's All.
They knew, wisdom, if any night could bring Peace for them - it was Christmas Eve. LOVE looking out at gravestones from 400 years ago that went on for miles.