No, let me rephrase that. If you are far from home and need to tell people where you are from, what do you say?
Do you say Columbia or Howard County? Do you just say Maryland? Or do you go so far as to say “near Baltimore” or “close to DC?” We tend to think we are living in a very important place here in Columbia/HoCo. But the farther way you get, the smaller we are.
This thought came to mind after I discovered an interesting post on TwitterX about a musician from Columbia.
North White School Corporation @NWhiteSchools:
Thanks to singer/songwriter Evan Nicole Bell for making the trip from Columbia, Maryland to join us for a two day artist in residence session with our music students at North White.@SecJennerIN @PurdueEDU @EducateIN
This is Evan Nicole Bell performing “Cross Cut Saw”.
Video posted on You Tube
According to the tweet/twix? above she is from Columbia, Maryland. But if you go to her website, it tells you she is from Baltimore. Hmm.
Bell is a 2014 graduate of Wilde Lake High School in Columbia Maryland. At one point her website carried these words:
Evan Nicole Bell is a songwriter, vocalist, multi-instrumentalist, producer, and Columbia, Maryland native (she is a proud graduate of Wilde Lake High…)
Not anymore.
I’m guessing that as a place Baltimore is more well-known - - and perhaps it’s a cooler place to be from - - in the music industry.
So, anyway, take a listen to her new EP, Runaway Girl. It’s available for purchase where ever you buy digital music.
Image from “Runaway Girl”, Evan Nicole Bell
She may be a runaway girl now but (shhh!) she’s really a hometown girl, and one we can rightly be proud of.
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