Soon, though, a gentle strumming and Wynonna’s throaty voice carry to him: “I would whisper love so loudly, every heart could understand that love and only love can join the tribes of man.” Naomi, the mother of the duo and the de facto emcee, says something, but even amplified, her words float away in the hot August night. From this distance, illuminated by a spotlight, they are a blur of sparkling sequins and red hair.
They step into view briefly, gliding on high heels to the edge of the grandstand stage. He is angling for a distant, and free, glimpse of Naomi and Wynonna Judd. SOMEWHERE in Michigan in the early 1990s, a teenage farm boy clings to a chain-link fence at the edge of the county fairgrounds.
