Forced to place herself as Alt-Country/Rock, she laughs and quotes her favorite description from a fan: “Kara’s a twisted orgy of Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Janis Joplin and Guns & Roses.”
She’s been there. Gets it. A mature entry into the Nashville scene, this black-haired, tattooed beauty, with Native American heritage and curvy, twangy, super-sexy West Virginian storytelling style, wasn’t going to change to fit some mold.
“I’m not puttin’ on the outfit, losin’ the weight, or colorin’ my hair. People love me for who I am. Shit, I love me for who I am.” This single mom of two teenage kids declares, “I’ve been an Indie in the head all my life! And the lyrics just flow. Hell it wasn’t until I was recording Murder or Suicide that I even realized where the music might have come from. My grandfather was a musician, played with Hank Sr. No wonder why I’m a country girl at heart. Highway’s chorus (Sinnin’) leaves women stomping: “She chose the highway, the road he told her she could take. He don’t know he’s been replaced, by a lonely stretch of interstate…” Southern Hospitality, a song from her next album, unravels a haunting, then hopeful piece of history: “It’s called justice not corruption. There’s nothing you can do. God forbid you don’t look like them, they will pin their sins on you.” Then there’s the head-nodder lines from The Devil Don't Cry and Whiskey and Cigarettes, “Jesus don’t lie, Devil don’t cry, I don’t know either of the two….Whiskey and cigarettes, are gonna be the death of me. I sleep with regret, my best friend is misery.”
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