When I first contacted Bonnie about the Desperate album, she was kind enough to recommend Dancin’, as she thought it would fit this compilation album better than some of her other folk songs (though today’s modern country purists would probably call Dancin’, Americana rather than country, as they would the Hank Williams and Conway & Loretta cuts). It is pure singing, with an understated, non-Nashville production, maybe like what you’d hear in the Ozarks (or Iowa for that matter) at a down-home get-together. I’m not sure it’s the kind of song her fans at The Earl Of Old Towne in Chicago would typically line up to hear on a Saturday night, but it is a lovely song. Yes, I remember a time when the line to get in to see Bonnie Koloc would stretch around the block even in winter, where you’d be sure to hear her sing I've Got To Believe, (one of her signature songs) and of course You’re Gonna Love Yourself In The Morning.
Perhaps we’re still trying to put a label on someone who would prefer not to be labeled. Though, not really famous, she still has left her mark. She might have been famous had she stuck with music, but like Joey Scarbury, Teresa James and Matt Pimperl “fame” wasn’t the determining factor in her life – but being true to herself, and she had other facets that needed polishing, acting and art. And she’s far from being done yet.
Don’t worry Bonnie, you’re not! And in the quiet of the evening when I listen to Dancin’ In The Kitchen, I secretly wish I was the one the dancer was singing to.