2011 Many a green song writer has squeezed callow lyric from near-emptydiaries, hoping that one day life might see up with their words. RobynLudwick entered the man of song primed by years of life lived. Whenpen did get to paper, it teemed with ink-and was determined by a handsoftened by jazz and reinforced by life.Her earliest nights found her sprawled across the folding chairs ofmany a Hill Country dancehall, eyelids closing on her grandparents, asthey twirled each other over creaky wooden floors.
