Our Elizabeth..... what can one say? Remember when she came to us at Havre de Grace? She was a fifteen year old girl, singing with her mom. I remember standing there in that hall, and listening to this young girl sing these very old songs with such an understanding, and I remember being astounded by the depth of that understanding from one who was really just starting to creep over the edge of adulthood. In listening to that wonderful NPR segment linked above, those memories came flooding back. She, once again, nails completely her understanding of her craft and that song. I am so proud to be able to tell folks that I know this wonderful singer, and given the high level she came to us at, just the thought of watching her mature even further in this music leaves me a bit breathless. Her obligation to the music is large, and she embraces that with dedication and love.

All the best,

Mick