My solo CD entitled Look for Me is now available and can be ordered by emailing me at bluegrassbeauty2@yahoo.com or you can download it on

The CD is out on Patuxent Records and was produced by Frank Solivan II.

Musicians include:

Frank Solivan II, Michael Cleveland, John Miller, Chris Walls, Bill Emerson, Wayne Taylor, Mike Munford, Mike Auldrige, Nate Grower, Keith Arneson

In Bluegrass music, a high spontaneous compliment you can pay some player or

singer upon hearing their very best stuff is a three letter, one syllable utterance

that would occasionally fall from the lips of the “Father” himself when he felt

compelled by an extraordinary sound. That word is, “Son!” Had Bill Monroe lived

to see this recorded debut of young Angelica Grim, Bluegrass vocabulary might

have included a new entry, “Daughter!”

At the ripe old age of 19 Angelica demonstrates a booming set of pipes, perfect

intonation, and that unquantifiable, indescribable something that personifies,

“the high, lonesome sound.”

Hailing from the same fertile California farming grounds that produced the likes

of Merle Haggard and Buck Owens, Angelica sounds as much at home with a

mountain ballad such as Hazel Dickens’ “West Virginia,” a Stanley Brothers classic,

“ She’s More To Be Pitied,” or Ginger Boatwright’s “Runaway Ramp.”

Her voice fits both genres effortlessly and naturally. But she carves new ground

with a hard drivin’, inspiring version of the Box Tops, “The Letter.” That big hit

single, which in 1967 topped the Billboard  pop charts for four straight weeks,

turns out to be a spectacular Bluegrass song in Angelica’s big voice–especially when

she’s  backed here–on all tracks no less–by a stellar cast of Bluegrass all stars.

Among them are, fiddle virtuoso Michael Cleveland, mandolinist, Frank Solivan,

who’s making a name for himself among Nashville’s elite players, the banjo players

banjo player, Mike Munford, and legends Bill Emerson and Mike Auldridge.

Based on this first outing, the sky’s the limit for this California youngster. Just

say, “You heard her here, first!”

Now turn up your stereo, put on your headset, or thumb-crank that ipod in the

clockwise direction, and in no time flat, you’ll be uttering to the outside world

that definitive word of high praise, “Daughter!”

Doug McKelway