Kathleen Edwards: Meet the potty-mouth princess of americana kathleen edwards calls her company potty mouth productions, and her songs are peppered with lyrics like "no one likes a girl who won't sober up," but the ottawa native, daughter of a canadian diplomat, is not your everyday under-the-overpass runaway urchin. "my first instrument, when i was living in switzerland, was the violin," she says, "and i learned to speak french fluently because of my teacher, who was always saying, 'fait pas l'imbecile': 'don't be an ass."' musically, edwards has been lumped in with what the canadians call alt-country and the americans call americana - "i have a friend who calls it canadiana americana," she says - but in fact the music is really just smart-as-a-whip, wholly individual singer-songwriting, with a number of sharp edges and the bruises to show for them. her first cd, the just-released failer (zoe/rounder), was written at a time when edwards was seeing her way past a number of personal demons. "you know, sleeping with married men and shit like that, which is behind me now," she laughs. "but the songs come from a naive, relatively raw place. my life is much less chaotic these days, but i think i'm still gonna be an idiot for a very long time." henry cabot beck interviewmagazine.com				Album reviews Feature articles Interviews Show reviews