Jennifer Knapp sings at Strange Brew To see Jennifer Knapp perform was was like meeting an old friend after years and years of writing, and finally hearing her letters read out loud. She was "there" for me through my college days some many years ago. On the 30 mile Katy Freeway drive to school, she and I sang our way in and out of obstacles. My maroon 77 Chevy Caprice, which friends affectionately called the "Mother Ship," debuted her songs just fine on the portable boombox loaded with D batteries. And, I'd listen to her songs in my 70's dated North Tower dorm. I'd complain when the radio just wouldn't play her songs enough. I, a young journalist at the time, was given the task of reviewing her Kansas album for The Daily Cougar. I earned just $8 for the gig, but was paid so much more than that when her album changed me forever. And, though she claimed she "aged," her voice hadn't aged a bit. And, I know because I