By Ryan Flynn (Rflynn@registercitizen.com)
Published: Friday, June 06, 2014
Julia Autumn Ford is 17 years old and already she’s cooler than pretty much everyone you know. Her long blonde hair is parted to the right side, falling onto her shoulder. The left side of her scalp is shaved; a clean buzz. A tattoo adorns her wrist, rings on her fingers. All this attitude—the black sleeveless shirt, the boots, the countless earrings—balance out a sunny disposition. Ms. Ford is all smiles and girlish giggles, calm and confident, comfortable in her own skin.
Then she starts singing.
A senior at the Gilbert School, Ms. Ford came to producer Tracy Walton, a musician himself, looking to lay down the tracks for her first album: a yet-to-be-titled five track EP. The tunes were there, Mr. Walton said, the package was there, but what really drew him in was the story behind the album.
Before Ms. Ford was a singer/songwriter on the cusp of breaking out, she was just like a lot of other teenagers. Which is to say: she was depressed. She was in a dark place. She was isolated, self-harming by way of cutting, contemplating suicide. Ms. Ford was young and talented and beautiful, yet she was ready to give up on the world. Instead, she picked up her guitar, a gift she’d gotten the previous Christmas. In music, she found an outlet for her pain.
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