Christine Deveraux

Name: Christine Devereaux Treanor/Pinnick. No, Devereaux is not my last name it's my middle name. Treanor is my maiden, Pinnick is my divorced - of which I'll have happily been for 17yrs this Thursday.

Age: I'll be 38 on Lincoln's Birthday.

Instrument: Vocal Chords & Violins

Band/Former Bands: Devereaux, Dev & Kev, Dev & Doug, brief stints in RockAdelic and as Spaghetti Junction, SHE LITTLE big he (Indy), and Doubleback (my first band/the pre-professional weekend warrior days).

How long on instrument: Vocals right at 20yrs, violin almost 35yrs.

Equipment: My pipes and a Yamaha Electric Violin piece of crap. #singlemommusician

Influences: Not the standard answer but first two that flash in my head immediately are Florio and McCreery. Doug was my main influence for a long time in a lot of ways. Not only had I never had the name Dev until Dev & Doug came about, but I'd never played an electric (violin), nor had I even entertained the idea of doing so. Playing it and making it the thing I'm known for...all thanks to Dougie. Over those few years of a thousand or so shows I learned a ton from him. About the business, about being a musician...he is the biggest reason for having the foundation that got me to where I am today professionally.

Not to be discounted is Kevin McCreery, the partner responsible for taking that notion of having an electric violin in an acoustic act, and turning it into fully knowing how it needs to be played in an acoustic act. I grew up having only known classical from the time I was three, so when Doug said what about the electric I had no clue where to go with it. For years I relied on my ear to transpose guitar and fiddle solos. Then Kevin came along. One weeknight we're playing the deck at Diamond St. Matts after having been together for a few months. It was one of those nights where you start to see how much you really connect with the other person. There was hardly anyone there but we had gelled all night from the first song in for the first time. He leans over to me toward the end of “Can't You See” and says with a grin, Just play. I looked at him terrified and replied with (he's still playing mind you), I don't know how to improv! I've never done that in my life! He goes, It's A and D, open strings. Use that ear you learned to play with and just play.... Still giving me the shit-eating I'm getting away with doing this to you but it's because 'I know what's best for you' grin, I finally concede and begin to play- A few years and a lot of trial and error later, not only is the violin playing I do 95% improv, over half the acoustic show content I perform personally has become my violin improv over my vocals as the majority. Thanks to both of these amazing spirits and the support of yet another amazing full-on partner I've been blessed with by my side, I have grown into a place where I can honestly say that I am getting more enjoyment and growing even more as a musician with every gig I do, more than I ever have. I'm a pretty lucky girl-I get to have my trinity of biggest influences there with me every single night.

My first gig: Okay back to it...Vocally my first paying gig was at a Baptist church in Louisville when I was one. They paid me seventy-five bucks to sing 'O Holy Night' for their Christmas Eve service. I thought I was rich, ha ha.

Hobbies: -Quality time w/ quality people. -Reading, journaling, teaching myself how to play guitar, and writing songs (a hobby until I can count it as part of my job).

-Enjoying porches while doing those things and others any minute I can when it's anything outside but too cold. -Working out has recently become a part of my regular hobbies as well, thank you, Spencer. -Movie nights with the kids, playing ball with the tween, Cherokee Park and, discovering new-to-me music via Chico and his YouTube TV.

Favorite movies: Goodfellas, With Honors, My Week with Marilyn, Little Girl Blue/Janis Doc, Festival Express, Nightmare Before Christmas, Five-Foot-Two/Gaga Doc (for her not the music though respected), Bad Moms, Walk The Line, Begin Again, and yes-the Fast & Furious movies (the real ones, not that Tokyo Drift bs).

Favorite food: Ramsi's Tuna Tartare, torched sushi, and NY strip steak-in that order.

Favorite place: Snuggled with a kiddo on either side, or in a musical moment so magical it can't be described, they are both irreplaceable. And no, the rhyming I just noticed wasn't intentional but I'm keeping it.

Favorite sports or team: To play - Softball & Basketball, though I only get to do the latter these days.

To watch - The Bulls while Jordan was one. The Broncos while Peyton was one. UofL Men's Basketball when the focus is playing and not prostitution probs. ...Needless to say it's been a while since I steadily watched sports.

What I'm listening to nowadays: Cover crap I have to learn, and I'm currently obsessed with Mark Charles Heidinger. Yes I'm grateful to even be playing covers for a living, but those that do all get a bit jaded at some point. The rest I'm listing are what pulled up on my Apple Music 'recently added' list - Jimmy Cliff, Margo Price, Eddie Vedder from the uke album, Wild Youth, Cornell acoustic, Marc Broussard.

Coolest thing I've done: Telling off the conductor of the Louisville Orchestra while on stage in front of a packed house at the KY Center for the Arts when he got my age wrong at a concert I and a dozen other Suzuki students were performing with them on. That one was a front-pager, lol. Also, playing a show with Rikki Rockett a few years back was tween dream insane for me to get to do. Have to throw that one in there, too.

Most embarrassing moment: Lawd...wellllll, it's a tie really. I once spilled patchouli rose oil in my lap, meaning on my crotch, while putting it on to give myself some woo-sah right before one of those Phoenix Hill All-Star deals. The embarrassing part I had on light colored blue jeans and lots of pictures were taken with the stain still there unbeknownst to me - until later of course when the many pictures taken appeared. None of which I was warned about I'd still like to kick the ass of that mean girl photog who shall remain nameless, what a dick lol.

The second one was a gig with Doug. We had a packed house and started doing a Who medley. We're about halfway through when I begin going into the big scream in 'Won't Get Fooled Again' and everyone starts going nuts...that's when my ego gets to me - You always see white when you get that note right, right? … and I know this But with everybody losing it I'm thinking to myself, I'm gonna do this longer and louder than I ever have and they're gonna be blown the fuck away and it's gonna be awesome and all the things (!!!) ...Yeah right. The only thing blown away that night was the oxygen to my brain that then ceased to exist. I didn't see white, I saw black and then the image of my body on the floor lol, passed out and lifeless with only my seizing right hand showing any sign of movement, still in mic-hold position. - Know why that's what I pictured? Because that's what was actually happening, lol-smh. (You can't talk about seizing and not throw in the needed LOL's for tone.) Soon as my body hit the floor I came to just enough to be fully aware of it going on. I wasn't able to open my eyes and speak etc., which is why it got embarrassing. Imagine being able to hear everybody's reactions to you hitting the floor from the stage, then you're feeling and watching yourself in a sense, lying on the floor with the seizing hand all paralyzed, no way to stop it. Not even when the drunk girl stands over you yelling your name over and over spit flying everywhere...juuust had to take it 'til it was over and I finally came to, lol.

That shit is on video somewhere. Best part though, when I hit the floor Florio immediately shot up and put his fist in the air to the crowd shouting Yeah baby!! He knew what had happened and was proud of me for going for it. I remember him saying after, Holy shit man you shoulda seen everybody's faces, they didn't know I wasn't being a dick, it's a rite of passage for real singers! Lol, I love the crap outta that guy. Lots of laughs we had, every night man, even when we hated each other. Grateful to have still had many more these last couple of years. I hope I can always hear that laugh on my own.

Bad Habits: It depends on one's definition of bad...lol. Habits are usually only bad when they're in excess, which isn't always the case for me as of late, so I prefer to call them 'Habits That Lead To Bad' instead. In no particular order they would be: -Silver Tequila, Skinny Cigarettes, and Dating. Pot is never a bad thing and has almost fully weened me from the cigs, so we're not counting that one.

What was your first concert ever: This is always embarrassing - being the baby of the scene age-wise when I came in, I can never compare with my peers in this aspect but my sheltered upbringing makes it even worse...Freaking Petra. Christian Band. Freedom Hall in the nineties.

If you could meet a Rockstar (past or present), who would it be, and why: After getting blessed enough to not only meet but get to share a stage and partnership with two of the biggest rockstars there will ever be, it almost feels wrong to want to meet another. I feel more than fulfilled in that rite.

Who do you love: My kids, my higher power, and my duo partner. Those I consider my music family and anyone genuine and authentic in who they are-Lord knows they're are rare and precious, they should always be appreciated as such.