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Rootsy singer/songwriter Lilly Hiatt had a lot to live up to when she chose to make music her career – her father is John Hiatt, one of America’s leading songwriters. Lilly attended high school in Nashville, and later studied in Colorado at the University of Denver, where she decided she wanted to go professional as a musician.
She made her recording debut in 2008, singing backing vocals on her father’s album ‘Same Old Man’, and she began playing out with her own band. In 2011, Lilly Hiatt & the Dropped Ponies struck a deal with Normaltown Records, a subsidiary of New West Records, and the following year they released their debut album, ‘Let Down’. After plenty of touring (including several dates opening for her father), Lilly returned in 2015 with her second album, ‘Royal Blue’. After she beat a troublesome drinking problem, her experiences formed the basis of her third album, ‘Trinity Lane’, which was release in August.
“Gonna hang on a little bit longer, sleep well, work a little harder; put my faith in something I can’t see,” sings Lilly Hiatt on the title track of the album. It’s a set of honest words from an album of personal truths; a collection of songs that take stock of where she’s been, where she’s going and the challenges she’s weathered to get there. Produced by Michael Trent of Shovels & Rope, ‘Trinity Lane’ is indeed about hanging on, working hard and keeping the faith, centered on songwriting that melds the observational with the confessional and never tries to follow any particular genre code – the guitar riffs are as Seattle as they are southern, the topics are modern as they are built on the past. East Nashville’s Trinity Lane is where Hiatt lives, and Trinity Lane is a document of what lives inside her.
‘Trinity Lane’ is full of gifts and full of guts – an album that is a healing process and a road map forward, filled with Hiatt’s wildly expressive approach to songwriting and stark, honest lyrics. To get there, she finally had to put her faith into something she couldn’t see. But to hear that journey, all you have to do is listen.