I realize this is quite an old thread, although it appears there have been resurgences recently. I came across it and felt compelled to write something.

Joan MacIsaac was my aunt and she passed away in 1991. I was only two years old so I really have no memory of her, but I still feel like her and her music has had a lasting impression on me. My dad was her bass player for a number of years, and they did a lot of touring together. I've heard many stories over the years of the long road trips to small town bars and the mishaps and hilarities along the way, enjoying (and hating) each others company in ways only a brother and sister could. One of his highlights while playing with her was their trip to Japan where they played at the Canadian pavilion for Expo '85.

I've always enjoyed her albums, and have only recently come to appreciate her witty lyrics and soaring vocals. I am especially fond of "Oh Mother How Pretty" since it was my favorite lullaby that my mother sang to me when I was a child.

I only wish that she was still alive so that I could really have gotten to know who my aunt was. Knowing aunt Joan only through photos, stories, and music, she takes on somewhat of a mythical presence in my head. Judging by the continued interest in her music today, if she was still around to write beautiful music many people would take notice.