THE ARTIST
Angie Pierce Jennings grew up on a rural forty acres of Iowa countryside. She was suited for the quiet of the country, the open pastures, the creeks to walk along. She kept her eyes open, her ear to the ground. She was always looking and learning. When she looked at faces, she studied them, and saw more than surface features. She felt the pulse of the land, and it set her imagination in motion. To make sense of it all, she wrote stories, poems, and journal entries.
THE SONGWRITER
Angie Pierce Jennings is a natural storyteller with a collection of songs that express what she’s seen of the land, its wildlife, its people, and its history. She writes and sings about experiences like scaring up pheasants while walking through a pasture, riding her horse bareback, sensing a cougar cat’s shadow, and hearing a wild canary’s song at her window.
Just reading the lyrics is a poetic experience, but imagine having the words sung to you. Imagine some acoustic guitar to go along with it. Angie has a way of carrying the listener along with her to that rural countryside. It’s there that she sings you her folk stories.
Backwood, Angie Pierce Jennings’ self-produced debut album, unearths a gifted songwriter with amazing sensitivity and depth. The songs are revealing and honest, and the echoes of the country can be heard in each one. Once you hear her voice, the room quiets and you’re immersed in a well-told story. Her songwriting is like a secret being told, and right away she has your ear. Hearing her words, really listening, is like searching your own memory.
THE PERFORMER
Angie Pierce Jennings’ performances are like conversations carried in song. Her voice is like flight, and it fills a space like wingspan. That voice, almost indescribable, is like a sturdy bird gliding above water, lifted on a thermal current. And the audience is lifted right along with her. Lifted in their own individual dreams. One audience member said, “I was just closing my eyes, thinking about riding my bike through the country, picturing myself free.” Another simply said, “That was just what I needed.”
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