Bio: JaNae has been writing music since she was old enough to hold a hairbrush and use it as a microphone in performances with her sisters.  Some of her early works include family classic hits such as "The Cat & the Wind" and "Sudsy Wudsy" -- just be grateful that her lyrical stylings have improved over the years.  Also luckily, her family has control of all videotapes showing some of her earliest performances...

Someone just asked me about the story behind the song "While You Were Sleeping". So I wanted to take a moment and let everyone know that it was written a few years ago when my sister's husband was activated in the Navy and shipped out in like three days.  She said something to me after he was gone about how the night before he left, she watched him sleep.  I wrote the song for her and Shawn.  But over the years it's become bigger than just the two of them...now it speaks to many military families with loved ones in harms way.  You are loved and missed.  JaNae ================================================== History: JaNae is the second oldest of nine kids...her family is a source of inspiration for many of her songs. In 2007 JaNae was able to finalize a recording with her brother of the song she had written for her Father.  The song entitled "How Can They Know" is the true story of the first time JaNae ever visited the Vietnam Wall with her Father.  This song is dedicated to her father and all the men and women who have served, or who are currently serving, in the Armed Forces.  Ghosts of History White Letters in black marble, here in the heart of DC Each letter tells a story, each name a haunting history.   How can they know? How can they see? Each name was once someone like you, someone like me. How can they know? How to make them see... Each name each life, each moment...each haunting history... How can they know?   Here’s his name, here’s Larry, he’d just cut my hair that day. I still owe him a dollar, thought I’d leave it at the wall for him today.   How can they know? How can they see? Each name was once someone like you, someone like me. How can they know? How to make them see... Each name each life, each moment...each haunting history... How can they know?   Just a minute see this panel…this is where my name should be. Guess you could call me lucky. I made it home with only memories haunting me.   How can they know? How can they see? Each name was once someone like you, someone like me. How can they know? How to make them see... Each name each life, each moment...each haunting history... How can they know?   White letters in black marble, hiding the ghosts of his story.