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Lorene has lived on Sand Mountain all her life. She lives happily with a wonderful husband and four rowdy but well-mannered boys. Her first daughter is due in June. Singing is not her first love, but she does love to sing. “I’m not looking for fame and fortune, Lorene says, “but I don’t want to be poor and obscure either. There is no virtue in poverty, although I know there have always been virtuous people who were poor.” Regarding fame, if it were to come, Lorene states simply that exposure is necessary. For her, privacy is important because it fits her lifestyle. Being a homemaker and home school mom is Lorene’s only ‘calling’ and nothing can be allowed to compete with that. “ I am very passionate about certain issues as will be apparent in future releases, however, she reiterates with emphasis “it is my message and not my soul that’s on the market".
Lorene recorded her first two songs not knowing or caring what genre they belonged in.
“Some may think me too ‘country’ for the Christian artist while others will see my style as too Christian for the ‘country’, she says laughing. “I intend to challenge the culture in any venues available to me. I am a Christian and I believe true Christianity is and always has been counterculture, not in the sense that it wants to opt out of society, but in the sense that it refuses to be co-opted by society.”
Lorene’s first CD about her papa and granny was first an idea for family, (a very large one) but then the decision was made to take it a little further and the songs were taken to the studio. To Lorene, her grandparents represented peace, contentment, stability and fun. To her father and many of her aunts, uncles and cousins, these songs struck a chord. She hopes they resonate with you as well.
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Papa saw the forest; granny saw the trees.
Both made life seem simple, yet full of mystery.
His ailments took him quickly, a devastating blow.
Our harps upon the willows, no song came from the soul.
Slower was her departure, less agonizing, no.
Our loss is so enormous, no art to letting go.
Time heals all wounds they say; they know not what they speak.
It only takes the edges off the pain of mortal grief.
Hope seems to spring eternal from many philosophies.
But, to a well they led us, that springs eternally.
From this well comes water and everlasting life.
Assuaging all our sorrows; a song now comes to light.
John Shepherd
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