Writing. Singing. Playing.

That sort of thing.

Songs include humor, imagination and puckish wit. (Sez?) Best if consumed immediately and often. Better yet when shared with friends and/or strangers. Goes well with rotisserie wieners and boxed wine. Music liked by farm animals. Zoo captives, not so much. Don't know why. Could be maybe zoo residents feel cooped up. Farm animals can run away. Just guessing. 

     Five song EP completed in October, 2019. Produced by Annie Capps.  (Check her out HERE.

     Listen to the EP below. Purchase the full LP in 2020!


Photo by Alicia Gbur


The Bio. 

She was Born and Kept Going After That.

 Lauren Crane grew up meandering along the Lake Erie shore, counting dead fish, stacking bottle caps, swinging from vines hollering like Tarzan, checking out Jane, enjoying the forbidden fruits from her neighbor's pear and plum trees, catching snakes, pollywogs, toads, and hell. Her ears were filled with the sounds of crashing waves, crickets, mosquitos, Baptist hymns, Negro spirituals (term used with historical respect), the Beatles, Roy Orbison, Billie Holiday, Simon and Garfunkel, Saturday afternoon's Texaco Opera, her mom's Glenn Miller and her dad’s “Hillbilly Music." These are the  sonic influences that run like a streaker through the stadium of her mind.

        Lauren’s music, which can be fat with bumblebees, soft as a peach about to go bad, or as preposterous as a "flesh" colored Crayola may also be described as saucy, sexy, sardonic or any number of alliterative adjectives that one with too much time on his/her/they hands could care to string together. Her oft-bluesy delivery and lyrics that stick in your head like wet sand, tell stories that can unwind like a lazy summer day or sneak up on you like a Barcelona pickpocket. All created with an ulterior motive: to entertain.

       Whether it's the murder and extortion in Old Washer Woman, the Bovine love of Irene, or the smoky Mama Got Big Thighs, Ms. Crane's songs seem to possess an old and enduring soul. Though sometimes they possess a soul that's more new and yielding. It depends. However, they don't possess a soul like in The Exorcist or Rosemary's Baby or anything. No. Way less Satan and way more magic--since it seems she's always got something up her sleeve. 

P.S. She also loves the simile.


Photo by Alicia Gbur


Photo by Alicia Gbur

More About Me & Contact.

I Can Be Bought.

I am a novelist, recuperating advertising copywriter, disinterested housekeeper, accumulator of Jocko the monkey hand puppets, and gulper of green tea. I am a seeker of tall trees, thick woods, birds, butterflies, rushing water, gentle breezes, high winds, silence, a good campfire and 90% cacao bars. Once I posed for a picture in my bathrobe for no apparent reason. I am a songwriting singer who can be ready with a little notice to do a mega world tour, play large stadiums, huge festivals, college theaters, house concerts, or coffee houses with loud expresso machines and three customers who are paying little or no attention. I like to play and sing my songs. I am for hire. Feel free to contact me and we can communicate--like talk or email back and forth. We probably won't write letters that go through the mail because that takes too long. And because, no offense to the U.S. Postal Service,  sometimes things get lost.


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