It is inevitable that there are going to be comparisons of the Jenkins and the Judds but let me be the first to say that there really shouldn't be. Except for the obvious talent quotient of both families, and the fact that both sets of artists are mother and daughter(s), comparing the Judds and the Jenkins is like comparing apples and oranges. Nothing against the Judds, after all, they didn't just raise the bar when it came to family acts, they blew the bar sky high. But I am pretty certain that the captivating Nancy Jenkins and her two mega-talented daughters, Brodie (17) and Kacie (19) are about to raise that bar to new heights.
This is charm times three. Beauty times three. Talent times three. I think that makes them a triple, triple, triple threat in any competition but actually, after meeting them, I don't think they really have any competition. They are definitely in a league of their own and what an elite league it is.
we began the interview, one of the first things
Interviewing this remarkable trio is like going home to a family reunion and sitting down, around the kitchen table, with your favorite sister and two nieces. Comfy, casual and hilarious. The Jenkins women finish each others sentences and occasionally interrupt each other with "oh no, don't tell that." Or one will start to tell a story and the other finishes it before glancing at the other two and bursting into spontaneous laughter; no doubt, at an inside joke. In fact, their story telling is as pleasing and effortless as their vocal harmonies.
There are a lot of elbow nudges when Nancy (the mother) is speaking and the girls carefully scrutinize every word. There is the occasional "eyes rolled upward" symptom which seems to afflict most teenagers when their parents are talking, especially when the parent is relating a story about them. But, for the most part, they act like three girlfriends who out on the town and having a great time.
In a serious moment as Nancy praises her daughters for their professional behavior, Brodie quickly lightens the moment with, "I really like doing these interviews 'cause we get to hear her say the nicest things about us and I'm going to remind her how great we are the next time she gets on me for not straightening up my room." More elbowing and laughter follows.
Their harmonies are flawless and their music is appropriate for who they are. They sing about situations and/or feelings that they know, in fact, they wrote seven of the ten songs on their album and they told us that all of the songs were created from personal experiences.
I asked where they get their material, Brodie says, jokingly, that you
can "Blame It On Mama" (the title of their first release from
the debut album) when the songwriting is personal. "I might have
just broken up with a boyfriend, I'm all upset and cryin' and here comes
Mama with a pen and paper saying, 'Tell me exactly how you feel right
asked about how they came to sing professionally, Kacie replies,
"We've been singing our entire lives. It's not like we came up with
an idea one day and said, 'hey, let's sing together.' It wasn't like
that at all. It just kind of happened. Brodie and I have always, always,
Brodie adds, "We sang in school, we sang in church, we sang any time anyone wanted us to sing and we always were able to harmonize."
Mom always sang to us," Kacie says.
"Yeah, and with us too," Brodie adds.
the story goes, it all came together during a high school talent show
"It was magic," Brodie says.
"We bring the Jenkins family household with us wherever we go with our music," says Brodie. "You can call our songs 'conversations put to music' because they are."
I can verify that. Sitting down with the Jenkins trio really is like sitting down with family -- only difference is, when you're at the table with the Jenkins girls, the good times, the conversations, and the laughter is multiplied times three.
up a chair and give a listen to one of their "conversations put to
music." This is one family get-together you sure don't want to
Brodie is absolutely right, they're magic.
Feature article by Cheryl Harvey Hill