Honoring The 20th Anniversary Of The Honesty Room
There was no music business in my life when I put out The Honesty Room. Friends like The Nields were letting let me open for them, as did Jaime Morton, who also took my press photos for no money. Johnny Memphis let me be a Homegrown radio hour guest on WRSI. I spent a lot of time making flyers with the nice folks at Paradise Copies, and Jordi Herold put me up on the Iron Horse stage as often as he could. Ed McKeown and John Ramsey made The Babysitter’s Here the first track on the WWUH fundraising compilation, my first cut on a CD!
Rusty Annis said I could record for free in his basement, Shoestring Studios (his daughter Mary talks about spinach after the babysitter song), and Adam Rothberg produced the tracks at a basement rate. All the other musicians were generous and supportive. On January 13th, 1994, my first case of The Honesty Room CDs arrived at The Iron Horse, four hours before the release party!
Soon after, WFUV and WXPN took The Honesty Room on, completely unsolicited. Alan Rowoth made me the poster child of internet chat groups. I played at Newport before I even signed with Razor and Tie. Young/Hunter Management said they’d work with me, and Fleming Tamulevich booking said they were willing to take a risk with me, too. I was in Iowa when I got that call. They sent me right off to open for Ani in Beloit, Wisconsin, and guess which song I started to write? The Honesty Room was more of an adventure than an album, with a seeming cast of thousands to help me on my way. And now The Honesty Room is going to be twenty years old.
I’m returning to Cambridge, New York, and Philly for three concerts honoring the songs and stories behind The Honesty Room. Check back soon for upcoming announcements about special receptions to be held in these three cities to raise funds for the people and organizations that are still championing upcoming artists. I hope you can join us for a revisiting of The Honesty Room, the album that introduced me to women who said, “I was that babysitter,” and men who confided, “I was a girl, too.”
Best to all,