PARROT TALK

As a way of remembering Candye Kane, who passed away on Friday, here’s a note I got from her when she got written up in The New Yorker, along with the caricature.
“Its my birthday month and what better birthday gift than to grace the pages of the world famous New Yorker magazine?
Although they still label me “adult entertainer turned blues diva,” it is an amazing accomplishment to be enough of a personality to get a caricature in the New Yorker!!…I am very proud.”
It was Vicki Roush who first introduced us to Candye, and over the years Candye surely made her mark here.
Her live shows here with pianist Sue Palmer, were the stuff of Parrot legend, part humor, revival meeting and sexuality celebration, honoring the bold blues women of the past with both feet firmly planted in the present.
She belted, growled, shouted, crooned and moaned from our stage and the past few years, still touring while battling cancer, she used music as therapy and often wrote and chose material with positive affirmations that left the audience feeling healed and exhilarated.
Candye was a multi-talented singer, songwriter, and musician, but her many facets didn’t end there; she was a devoted mother, a political activist, a sexual libertine, student, actress, lecturer….the list goes on. A true Renaissance woman and a plus-size voluptuary, we are honored to have had our grace our stage and doubly-honored to count her as a dear friend.