Debi Jordan, is one spunky blues guitar totin', piano playin'
songwriter who can pack some serious vocals and lyrics. Starting out as
a street musician, she climbed her way to owning and operating a singing
telegram service, being a strolling mariachi, and performing her original
music at Nashville's legendary Bluebird Cafe. Her pizazz, creativity and
drive have won her several awards. The following is an autobiographical
poem by Debi Jordan:
The streets were dark when she was young.
She ran from where she's coming from.
Escape was always "just" too far.
Her only refuge, her guitar.
Sleepless lines shown on her face,
singing with an open case.
Some days were diamonds, others stone,
Some days were too much for a girl on her own.
She'd sing her poor heart out, and
play those three chords, checking her case
for her hard earned rewards.
A flower would bloom from this troublesome time,
But this runaway didn't see it at the time.
She came to a crossroads and had to decide
Life's former passenger, now she would drive.
She climbed from the wreckage that once was her life.
She became a scholar, a Mom and a wife.
And during the years, as the story unfolds,
This blues guitar girl has quite a tale to be told.
She founded a business, she started a band,
and shortly thereafter, she was in demand.
She didn't see all that was to be in store.
She just knew she craved it and and had to have more.
For ne'er a day, did that old guitar rest.
She'd practice and practice so she'd be her best.
And several years later, what would you see?
A once homeless teen on national TV.
A solo guitarist, her true niche was found.
She's up in the air with her feet on the ground.
She's touring the country now, revered and loved.
She must have been cared for by someone above.
Sometimes when you've lost all that you've got to lose,
You find yourself rich enough to sing the blues.
Debi Jordan
Debi's website: http://www.debijordan.com