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"Betty grew up in F’realtown Ontario, which means she is required, by blood, to keep it real. Her repetiore touches the genres of witty bluegrass, honest hip hop, cheeky folk, raspy jazz, truthful love songs and politcal anecdotes. She has an uncanny ability to read her audiences mixing her mood with the vibe of the crowd to make a good time for all. She’s been firin’ out tunes since it occurred to her to do so, and speaks her mind, heart and soul through her songs."
Review by Jesse Thom: "Part goddess and part wolf-child, Betty Supple is breaking unique ground with her new CD, "Aint' Life Grand". With a smooth smile and an appetite for giggles, she successfully combines sultry, sexy musical grooves with the tender openness of a naked, human heart. The result is a performance that pushes boundaries while inviting listeners to laugh, dance, and reflect in a heartfelt way on the challenges of living in the modern world."
Review by Tom Marshall : "You may have met her riding the trains out to western Canada, living in
a temporary tree shelter, protesting Victoria’s Olympic developments or
sitting, guitar in hand, huge smile on face, belting out songs. Wherever it
was, a Betty Supple experience is likely one you haven’t forgotten.
That
should be no surprise though. After all, Betty grew up in F’realtown
Ontario, which means she is required, due to a local bylaw, to keep it
real.
That is exactly what she does on and off stage.
A
refreshing dose of honesty in a botoxed, brand-filled pop world,
Betty’s music hits you in the heart precisely because of its nakedness.
The difference being that Betty isn’t losing her clothes to cover up
for a lack of actual talent.
“I guess you never loved her like I do,” sings Betty in one song. Of course, she’s talking about the moon.
Live,
Betty becomes the centre of attention, not the musician in the
background as the yuppies talk down their Blackberries. There’s a dose
of humour, a lot of love and a hell of a personality.
Ask her for
her number after the show though and she won’t give it you. She doesn’t
have a cell phone. She doesn’t even have a roof to which she calls her
own at present. Don’t feel one little bit bad though; it makes the
Betty Supple experience all the richer."