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Victoria Woodworth is an Americana singer/songwriter, born in San Francisco, California and relocated to Denver, Colorado at a tender age, where she has made her home ever since. She is short, Christian, with average-sized feet, blue eyes and brown hair, inclined towards Gibson and Martin guitars, fractured people and cats.

Raised in a family of musicians, drinkers, thinkers and hardcore music fans alike, she has been making loud noises unofficially since birth, and officially since age five or so. Growing up Catholic and dysfunctional opened the door for choir, voice and guitar lessons (offered as distractions from going down the wrong path), and lots of long afternoons lying on the floor spinning 45's (and later 33's) on a Silvertone phonograph smuggled from sister's neighboring room. From very early on it became apparent, and remains so, that THE SONG is the thing...the dog eared notebook a far more glamorous (and useful) accessory than a nice handbag. Preferably the bag should be large enough to accommodate the notebook, if we must pick nits.

As a terminally depressed and uncomfortable thirteen year old, her best friends were Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Laura Nyro, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young, Donovan, Melanie, Tom Paxton, Biff Rose, Gordon Lightfoot and others...as an older teen, the world expanded to include rock and roll, and of course, that "wrong path" that music was supposed to save her from. The Stones, the Beatles, the Animals, the Kinks, the Turtles, the Zombies, Yes, Led Zeppelin, Janis, Jimi,The Doors, Deep Purple, and a host of others, along with generous doses of classical, pop (particularly The Association, whose fan club she joined proudly...nice harmonies, apparently), blues, jazz, show tunes, and even country God-help-us eventually all found their way onto that turntable before it disappeared into the tar pits. Just in case you ever wonder where these things come from.

At nineteen she lived and studied abroad for one year in Lyon, France, where her achievements in French language and music theory were shining monuments to mediocrity. The year, however, proved to be a great turning point personally: her older sister, a great friend and confidante, passed away from lifelong illness, and that nagging interest in writing songs galvanized into an all-consuming passion that engulfed life, God, love, food and all the other annoying human responsibilities we have. Balance was not to be achieved for a long time, if ever.

As a young adult Victoria formed her first band with her then boyfriend. The band was called Kid Sister and tore up the local 3.2 joints in and around Denver for roughly nine or ten years, from the mid 70's through the early 80's. This was her first experience of life full time on the road, where breakfast is the first, midday and evening meal, where all things are shared with four people you don't really know at first but eventually you know better than you know yourself; and life is a long raw nerve chain of small towns, flat tires, late nights, sweat, makeup, love's first and last broken bloom, fun, ass-whoopin hard work, exhilaration beyond imagining, simmering rage, functional insanity, mind-numbing greed, stunning spirituality, boredom, aching bones, tears, guitar strings, splintered drumsticks, splintered people, high volumes, high hilarity that wouldn't play anywhere else, cold medication, bright hopes, mysterious itching, dark expectations and one or two pretty lights. You can take your sex drugs and rock ethic and walk it off a short pier...MYTHOLOGY!! Oh yeah, i was trying to do this in third person...pardonez.

Kid Sister attracted a little media attention in the early 80's and promptly imploded. Victoria crawled away to sulk for a spell and re-emerged a short time later as a solo artist. She re-focused on songwriting, found that her new favorite music was the authentic, soulful stylings of God-help-us old country and rockabilly, and applied her eight good guitar chords to versions of that, much to the astonishment of friends and enemies alike. In 2003, with the help of a host of musical friends and the support of the angels themselves, she completed her self-released debut, "Faultline", a mishmash of country, folk, soft rock and acoustic singer/songwriter(whatever that means!!!) (sorry) selections...which was pronounced "sad but rockin" by Steve Knopper of the Rocky Moutain News, and captured some quality airtime on 99.5 The Mountain, and the 2004 Best Female Singer Songwriter nod from Westword Magazine. She put together another band, The Heros, which played the Denver area for over two years and disbanded amicably in 2007. Much to both their surprise, she and bass player Steve Schneider married in 2005 and currently live in Denver with Miles the cat, who also sings and composes, though not professionally.

2009 finds Victoria well, snarky as ever, pursuing new angles of world domination in her basement. She has added new instruments to her stable, playing with varying degrees of sweetness the piano, accordion, rainstick, harmonica, percussion toys and even a few drums, in addition to her trademark giant pain-in-the-ass Gibson J-100. Her current show, though officially a lineup of one, can expand to include Steve on guitar, bass and mandolin, and certainly has never excluded a cast of thousands... She has been known to play in public when the planets line up properly, and looks forward to seeing you again as soon as that happens.

In the meantime, the aforementioned "Faultline" continues to be available at http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/woodworth, and will be joined by new material hopefully soon. New tunes will also be appearing on this here fancy ass myspace, so you'd best be keepin your eyes wide open, like the song says...

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