VIP TICKETS ON SALE MONDAY, JULY 7TH (SEE BELOW FOR MORE INFO)

This year we will be going on sale for all VIP tickets on Monday, July 7th at 9AM. The on-sale day will be a little different as we will be encouraging everyone to go on-line to pick your seats (rather than call our office). We think the overall experience will be better and you won't be inconvenienced with tied-up phone lines due to the amount of calls for 34 shows. The tour will be turned on and up for sale at 9AM.  So . . . plan to go onto our site lorieline.com on Monday, July 7th to pull and purchase the best seats available for you and/or your group! Groups of 10 or more will automatically receive the $5 discount as it will be built into the ticket price. You can pick your seats and pay on line very efficiently. 

If the venue where you are purchasing tickets is through Ticketmaster, or tickets are sold only through the theatre (and not through Lorie Line Music lorieline.com), please give us a call in the month of July and we will pull your tickets to eliminate extra fees and provide the very best VIP seating possible.

Of course, if you have any questions or would like to speak to us in our office, we'd be happy to assist you (952-474-1000). We answer the phone and are typically in the office on week days from 9-5.

Please note: If you are SIGNED UP WITH LORIE (button at the top of our home page) and you get our regular eblasts, you are a VIP and will get first pick for seats before we mail out our Christmas brochure to all the fans in our data base. All other fans will get our Christmas brochure in the mail the first week of August.

ALSO . . . PLEASE BEWARE OF THIRD PARTY TICKET RE-SELLERS! Last year we experienced this for the very first time! There are retail ticket outlets selling our seats for double the price of the ticket! For best value, purchase your tickets direct from our web site lorieline.com. 

ANNOUNCING 13 NEW CITIES!!!

We have lots of new cities this year! Be sure to look at the tour as we are coming and/or returning to some cities where we have not been in a long time. We couldn't be more excited about coming to see you.

ABOUT THE SHOW

The tradition continues! Lorie Line returns to the stage as a solo pianist and celebrates the Christmas season with faith-filled stories and the best-of-the-best holiday music. This year's tour marks her 36th year of touring. As always, expect beautiful costumes, elegant piano arrangements, funny stories, and personal tender words that reflect the true meaning of Christmas as she brings her concert grand piano to the center stage.

The age restriction for this show is 10 and up. No infants or toddlers please.

The show is one hour 20 minutes with no intermission.

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PRE-ORDER TODAY! $15  (click here to order)

Dear Fans,

This year's 2025 bell is a Christmas tree ornament! We are going back to some of the earlier design days where people just loved the musical theme combined with the bell. This year's bell is a gold treble clef staff, with pretty gold leaves sitting in the corner of the bell. It is 5 inches in length, and has a gold ribbon with a Lorie Line bell tag.

We will be selling these at the show, or you can pre-order them today and we will send to you late this Fall. A perfect stocking stuffer, this bell makes a great gift for anyone who loves music and Christmas!

THIS IS A COLLECTOR ITEM, LIMITED QUANTITIES

ANNOUNCING A BRAND NEW PIECE OF LORIE LINE SHEET MUSIC! $7.00

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER (VIEW THE FIRST PAGE BELOW) 

VIEW LORIE PLAYING THIS ON YOUTUBE

CLICK HERE TO ORDER SINGLE SHEET MUSIC

CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD DIGITAL SHEET MUSIC

Dear Fans,

Each month we offer our Lorie Line Linebackers a FREE MUSIC DOWNLOAD. 

THE COWS

JUNE'S SHEET MUSIC OF THE MONTH! 

(click here to download this month's pick)

(click here to purchase the book) THE ENTIRE BOOK IS JUST $10!!! 

CLICK HERE FOR LICENSED SONGS ON SHEET MUSIC PLUS

SPRING BLOG/2025

My Dad would have turned 92 years old today (as I write this blog, March 15, 2025). He passed away this past spring lying in a little hospital bed, looking out the living room window in his home in Phoenix. Grief is a sneaky thing, so I didn't say anything from the stage this past year as I didn't trust my tender emotions. But he was definitely on my heart at every show, on every single stage, in every city.

So . . . I figure that since it's his birthday, today seems like the perfect day to write about and celebrate my dad.

Dale Eugene Porter.

Obviously, passing at the age of 91, my dad lived a very full life. He was fully engaged and active until the very end. He had no mental aging . . . he was sharp as a tack in every conversation to his dying day. He drove his car and only used a cane in the last couple of years of his life. It wasn't until he fell and badly hurt his arm that we knew he might never be the same again. And two months later he died.

I would say my dad was most known for his great personality. He had a quick wit and fun demeanor. He was the most organized man I've ever known. And, oh was he opinionated! He had advice for you on just about every topic.

He was a patriot. He loved his country, and in the last couple of years of his life we had so much to talk about over the phone. I think one of the all-time highlights of his life was going with me to the White House when I played there in December, 2000. He was on tour with me that year, selling merchandise in the lobby, and I received an invitation to play the Steinway located underneath the John F Kennedy portrait on Friends and Family Day for Bill Clinton and George W Bush. We were restricted as to whom we could bring with us that day for the performance, but the following day we were invited back and could bring a few guests to have breakfast in the White House Navy Mess. He got to come with me that morning, and boy was it ever special.

My dad was a simple guy . .  . never wanted much. He had a couple pairs of shoes (brown and black) and a few sport coats that he would trade out with his ties to make the outfit look brand new. When he wore out his shoes, he'd re-sole them to save money. Although thrifty, he really was quite stylish. I've never met a man who had a "favorite color" but my dad's was yellow (later I would learn it was in honor of his own father, who loved the same color). 

He was a 5'9" outstanding athlete, holding many records in track and basketball and he received a full-ride athletic scholarship to Bowling Green University. Although I did not get the athletic gene, my sisters and brother did, and growing up, one of my fondest memories was watching (and hearing) them play basketball in the driveway (most of the time I'd be at the piano). He loved to laugh, and to this very day I guess that's what I miss the most about him (the sound of laughter in our home . . . I can't get that out of my head). Sometimes he'd make us laugh so much that we'd get in trouble and be put in time out (and have to go sit on the stairs). Sure enough, once we returned to the kitchen table it would start all over again. It's kind of crazy because although there was a lot of laughter in our home, my mom and dad weren't perfectly suited for each other. And they divorced after 25 years of marriage. 

Dale began his career in Phoenix where he met and married my beautiful mom Lorraine Mann. My mom was the first person to teach him about Jesus and he learned to love the Lord. He became a Christian, which had a profound impact on the rest of his life (and ours too). After I was born, when I was two years old they moved to Reno for his job in the insurance industry and it was there where they raised their five wonderful children of whom he was so very proud. He then spent most of his career as a paralegal at a prominent law firm. He became an elder and a song leader in the Reno-Sparks Church of Christ. He wasn't just any kind of song leader . . . he was unique and the very best. He had a very clear voice, no vibrato, just perfect for song leading.

Growing up in an a cappella church, I spent so many moments as a kid with my dad in our living room together at the piano, plucking out notes, teaching him new songs to lead (without the support of an instrument) on Sunday mornings. When he got the courage to lead the song, I would sit in the church pew beaming with pride, because I helped teach him the melody. 

Like his dad, he played the ukelele and the banjo. He only knew about 10 songs, but he really played them well and when we were really little, during bathtime he'd play and sing for us (and make us laugh). To this day, I would bet all of my siblings still know all the words to Five Foot Two, Eyes Of Blue, and When My Sugar Walks Down The Street. His mother (Ruth Wales) played ragtime piano, and it was my dad who taught me how to play boogie-woogie styled piano. We'd play as a duet team, and he always was better on the right-hand improvisation. I don't know how he did it, but he always came up with a new flashy line. To this day, I always throw in a little boogie-woogie on my shows (and he always pops into my head).

My sibblings all got his athletic abilities (I got the music). One of his other many talents was golf. After he retired, he used his personality and athleticism to land the perfect retirement job as a guest host pro. It was during this time of his life when he met Anne. She became special to Tim and me, as together they moved into our home during the winter season and cared for our kids for 10 years when we went out on our holiday tour. They were married for 32 years.

Dale worked almost until his dying day, his last job being a host for the McCormick Railroad Park in Scottsdale where he greeted people and cracked jokes. All day long he visited with tourists and once they got to the last car, he'd play soft piano music on a little CD player . . .  and talk proudly about his daughter, Lorie Line. 

My dad didn't always express his love and/or pride for me. It's probably a generational thing. He told other people how proud he was (a lot!), but not really me. Maybe every once in a while on my birthday there would be pre-written words in a card that I always wanted to hear him personally say to me. Never happened. But I figure all of that is in the mix of who I am today. That is one of my secret ingredients that I have in the emotional makeup of my music. It's a slight pain, like a little headache that won't go away. 

Everyone has that pain. You just have to know how to utilize it for good.

A couple of months before he fell he texted me as he was quietly sitting in his car, listening to my music. Here's our exchange:

Dad: "Anne is running a few errands and I am sitting in the car waiting. I am enjoying your CDs play when I'm all alone. I think they touch me more now than ever before. It is so nice to be alone in the quiet of the car and listen to the music. I have six CDs in our car player and enjoy them so very much. I just wanted you to know how much I am enjoying them. It's one thing to listen to them play with all the other noise in the house, but they mean so much more in the solitude of a quiet car. They bring happiness to my heart and tears to my eyes."

Me: "Ahhhhh. I'm so glad, Dad. I'm sitting in the car too waiting for Tim. Sometimes in the quiet you can even hear my foot on the pedal or my fingers on the keys."

Dad: "What I hear is the TALENT that goes into the playing and the making of the CD!! Amazing."

He'd never said anything like that to me before.  

After he fell I sent him a picture of me at an event with North Dakota's Governor Doug Burgum (now the Interior Secretary).

Me: "Dad! Governor Doug Burgum asked if he could take a photo with me so he could show his wife, who is a huge fan!"

There was no response back from him. It was unusual so I texted him one last time asking if he got the photo. A day later I heard from him.

Dad: "We saw the picture and you look beautiful."

And that was the last thing he ever said to me. 

I guess you can't have a better ending than that. 

Dale Eugene Porter. My earthly father whom I will see sooner than later in the "sweet by and by."

I'll bet he's waiting for me by the piano.

This is the last photo I took with my dad. We were on a garden tour and he wanted to do the whole thing, so we rented a little cart for the afternoon. 

Below this is a picture at the memorial service with my sibblings - Chip, (Lorie), Lorinda, Loreece and Lorelle at the gravesite. The photo is hazy because it was so hot that morning (over 100 degrees) in Phoenix. They all continue to be great athletes. :)