Heather Jean Jordan’s fresh and timeless sound will charm you back to a time long past- one you didn’t know you remember, and won’t soon forget.
Shrouded in mystery, and clouded by confusion, Heather Jean Jordan’s beginnings are of some contention. She claims to be Manitoba born and raised, but beyond this rumours abound…
Was she raised by polar bears in the Great Canadian North? Played into existence by a laughing fiddler? Some say she was taken in by a kindly family of Reader’s Digest Songbooks who fed her on Blues & Broadway, Country & Classical, then released her back into the tall grass prairie when she proved too difficult to handle.
However uncertain her origins, her music sings clear and true. It is the tune you wake up whistling, the tall tale told by a crackling fire, the sweet song of a meadowlark on a clear summer day. If you find yourself waltzing from room to room, filled with the longing for a warm hearth, don’t be alarmed- these effects are only natural. Heather Jean’s music is good for the soul.