From an exotic animal farm nestled in the soft-stemmed marshes of central Florida to a collegiate experience so achingly normal as to spur a short stint at the Berklee College of Music in Massachusetts and kick start a musical career that, while still in its nascent stages, is just aching to flower, Laney Jones has always found her own quirky way through life. It’s a quirkiness, an endearing singleness, a heartfelt originality that peaks through every shimmering chord, every trembling melody of her songs and it’s a uniqueness she believes has been a part of her since the day she arrived on that little slice of four-legged heaven amongst the orange groves of Mount Dora.
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