Christie Grace Late Bloomer

Christie Grace's debut CD Late Bloomer is a musical love letter: engaging, intimate and honest. Released in her mid-life, it is a musical celebration of an artist who is in full bloom. Since making her home on Bowen Island 5 years ago, Christie Grace has steadily established her reputation in Vancouver as a "brushed velvet" songstress working with notable pianists Michael Creber, Chris Gestrin, Miles Black, Stan Keen, Lynton Garner, and Karel Roessingh. There is a purity and soothing quality to Christie's voice which at times can disarm and transport the listener. Her direct and sincere approach on stage is refreshing. Her songs are like a musical love letter: engaging, intimate, playful, a celebration of an artist who is in full bloom.

A native of Thunder Bay in Northwestern Ontario, Christie's passion for crafting songs was bred into the heart from her family legacy of jazz musicians and artists. Her father John McCullough, a big band/jazz singer inspired Christie's ensuing musical career. She began singing with her talented brother's blues band, before heading off on her own path to Southern Ontario.

In London, at 17, Christie began performing her own music professionally on guitar with her own unique material winning a local song contest. At 19 she moved to Toronto, joined folk band "Harvest", and toured colleges and universities throughout Southern Ontario and into the States. Over the next 15 years, she continued to develop her unique singing style with a wide array of experiences and a move west. She explored musical theatre, folk clubs, hotel lounges, classical traditions in ensembles, choirs and her own jazz trio. In the early 90's she took a hiatus from her singing for health reasons. Ten years later she re-emerged moving to Bowen Island where she jumped into Vancouver's Capilano Jazz programme, reclaiming her musical dreams with the jubilant release of Late Bloomer.

"The voice is brushed velvet, with a wispy burr that sits well on the ear. Its owner stands tall and slender, like one of this summer's lofty foxgloves swaying on an island hill"
Paul Grescoe