Ruth Hill is a storyteller of the finest kind. Her songs are packed with powerful imagery, beautiful melodies and have been described as compelling, authentic, charming, challenging and hard-hitting. With an achingly clear voice she delivers her own eclectic mix of folk, Americana, blues, and bluegrass.
When Ruth was eight years old, her longshoreman father came home from Boston one weekend and asked each of his kids what instrument they’d like to play. Ruth immediately answered, “The banjo!” Looking back, she says, “I don’t know where my pull to the banjo came from. Growing up in rural New Hampshire, the only banjo I’d ever heard or seen was on Hee-Haw”. Ruth sang with her family at community events in the small village where she grew up, picked up guitar at 12, began writing songs as a teenager, and sang her first paying gig as backup for her brothers’ rock-n-roll band from behind the curtain in a smoky bar, before she was old enough to legally be there. Since then she has performed from Antarctica to Alaska, with warmer stops in between.
The inspiration for Ruth’s songs comes from the rich experiences of a large colorful family and a wandering spirit that has taken her to remote corners of the globe. Her moving original lyrics weave stories of her hardscrabble youth, teenage runaway years, working class upbringing, love, loss, and the human yearning for transformation. Ruth says, “Music provides a place where I can safely explore emotions and challenges me to find ways to connect the stories that are in my bones to others.”
Ruth’s first CD, “The River Beneath Me” was released in June of 2011. Ruth works as a river geologist (holds a journeyman electrician’s license) and helps her partner farm and garden on their 80-acre spread in Jay, Maine.
“Ruth’s ability to empathize with the characters in her songs, and make us feel their pain, is extraordinary. Her songs are amazing! I love her delivery, her guitar playing and her intensity.” –Catie Curtis
“Ruth’s lyrics and melodies worm their way into your hindbrain like a mason-jar of moonshine, and settle down for a long, pleasant visit.”
–Dale Hill, The Franklin Journal.