Expressions of Sympathy

A graveside service was held in Miami on Sunday (2/19), and Jayne’s family is sitting Shiva through this entire week, receiving visitors and remembering her. Should you wish to send her family a card or food (it is Jewish tradition that people send food — shmear, etc — to the home in lieu of flowers), the address is

Sandy & Larry Rogovin [her parents]
Wendy and Evan [her siblings]
20281 East Country Club Drive
Aventura, FL 33180


Our sweet Jayne passed away Monday night, February 13, at Vanderbilt Hospital. She went peacefully, with one final breath, surrounded, loved and held by family and friends.

It was not possible for her to visit the barn one final time, or to make the much-anticipated trip to the ‘equestrian Eden’ in Wellington, Florida.  But a bit of Wellington came to Jayne, courtesy of dear friend Kerstin Wilder, who flew up from Wellington to say goodbye this past weekend. She had brought a Ziploc bag of fragrant dirt from the barn where Jayne’s horse, Diva, was waiting for her. On Monday afternoon, Kay West tucked the bag under Jayne’s side so, in effect, “she did spend her final hours at Wellington.  I know she felt it, and believe that in her mind she rode off to the other side on her beloved horse.”

Jayne’s family in Miami will hold a service on Sunday.  For her Nashville ‘family,’ a celebration in May — her birthday month — feels right for a gathering.  Details to come.

Kay West will post here soon, and here are three lovely tributes from her friends and admirers at

Music Row – by Sarah Skates

The Tennessean – by Heidi Hall

The Nashville Scene – by Jack Silverman

A New Year, a New Chapter

No news is good news, according to one school of thought. And in Jayne’s case, that has been generally true.  The last post to this site was in April 2011, just after the kick-ass benefit at Cabana, Kick the Crap Outta Cancer. In true Jayne style, she was a whirling dervish of schmooze, spending quality moments with each and every one of the hundreds who came out to eat, drink, bid and hear some amazing music performed by her many musician pals.  Proving that there is no more dangerous place to be than between Jayne and a spotlight, she ultimately made her way onto the stage, hijacked a microphone and contributed some background vocals. A grand time was had by all, and over $30,000 was raised through ticket sales and auction items to help defray the tremendous cost of kicking the crap out of cancer.

As the photos posted here reveal, she wore a sassy blonde wig for the evening, but otherwise most people who ran into Jayne over the summer and into the fall had the chance to compliment her on her petite and beautifully shaped head.  With one notable exception: For her chemo, scan and doctor  appointments at the Vanderbilt Ingram Cancer Center, she usually dons her  “Fuck Cancer” knit cap, the very latest in statement headwear. VICC may be the only place in Nashville where others are not offended by the F word, as long as it precedes the C word….which as we know is the ugliest word of all.

In August, after many years of competitions and companionship, her beloved horse Flag went to live on Teresa and Ross’s farm.  Jayne was gifted with a new horse, appropriately named Diva, who was more than ready for her close-ups for pal and photographer Gina Binkley for the provocative and amusing article written by Kim Green for Her magazine, linked elsewhere here.

In September, Jayne did another spectacular job wrangling the media masses for the Americana Awards and Festival. The highlight for Jayne was the opportunity to germ the legendary Robert Plant, who responded by kissing her head, a Kodak moment reproduced on this page.

In October, she met up with her family in Washington for cousin Justin’s Big Fat Jewish Wedding.On the other side of rootsy Americana on Nashville’s musical spectrum is the glammed up CMA Week in November. After shopping her closet (which had to be exhausting) she wowed the crowd at the SESAC awards in a vintage Oscar De La Renta lace ensemble.

In December, she and John drove to Atlanta to celebrate the holidays (Merry Hanukkah, y’all!) at Aunt Arlene’s house.

And now the medical news.

From January 2011 through October, Jayne was receiving the chemo drug Taxol through a port in her chest. The schedule varied, as the very drug that is fighting the cancer was also making a hard hit on her system. If her blood counts were too low (as they sometimes were) she was unable to take the chemo that week and had to wait another. But as the CAT scans revealed every 6 to 8 weeks, the Taxol was doing its job, and the spots on her liver (which is what is watched most closely) were staying the same.

A couple months ago, her liver count was high enough to warrant an additional scan.  Though we were relieved when Dr. Mayer told us that the scan showed that the cancer cells on her liver had not gotten larger or increased in number—which means the Taxol was doing its job—it turns out that it was hurting her liver, and she was showing signs of early cirrhosis. Since it was hurting Jayne more than it was helping, the decision was made to switch to a new drug, this one taken orally. The drug is called Xeloda and the side effects were not as severe as the ones she experienced on Taxol.  It wasn’t long before her hair started growing back in an elegant pewter shade sprinkled with some white highlights. John was rather surprised to discover after more than a decade in a relationship with Jayne, that blonde was not her natural color. Bless his heart.

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Party Pix


Jayne was interviewed for the November 2011 issue of HerNashville — along Amy Patterson and Sara Gilbert — for a feature  titled “Pink Ribbon Pushback.”

Three women with breast cancer answer our questions with wit and candor: Learn what not to say to a friend with cancer, what it’s like to be “Star Trek bald,” and why not everybody’s a fan of pink ribbons.

If the three outspoken, witty, and irreverent women we interviewed for this story are any indication, there is dissent in the ranks of breast-cancer sufferers — not everybody’s in sync with pink. We asked each of them to share the real stories of breast cancer, not the Hallmark card version they’ve been conditioned to tell.

These three say there’s a darker side to the pink “brand” — for them, the disease is a deeply personal experience, not a motivational poster cliché, a marketing opportunity, or a bandwagon to ride. It’s a club they never wanted to join. Their disease is not their identity, they say, and they don’t want to wear it, or any symbol thereof.

“Putting on a brave face” takes many forms; for Amy, Jayne and Sara, it looks like this: equal parts no-holds-barred honesty, laughter, rage and searing wisdom, with no fear of judgment.

Read the full article by Kim Green here

Gina Binkley took the wonderful photos — here are a few others of Jayne and the aptly-named Diva from the shoot.


New Couple Alert?

New Couple Alert?

Backstage at the 2011 Americana Music Awards: Jayne with Jed Hilley, Robert Plant, Justin Townes Earle and Bob Harris.

What a lady…what a night!

Still reeling from the “Kick the Crap Outta Cancer” shindig last night at Cabana — in a good way!  What a turnout — thanks to the hundreds who bought tickets and the many who kindly sent donations to the Jayne Rogovin Medical Fund.   Special gratitude to those folks and companies who gave enthusiastically to the silent auction extravaganza, and of course to those who bid!  Another ‘standing o’ to Jim Lauderdale, Matt Urmy, Seth Walker, Erice Brace & Peter Cooper, Radney Foster & Bill Lloyd, Ruby Amanfu, James Intveld, Mandy Barnett, Steve Cropper and Jonell Mosser, plus Steve West and Craig Havighurst, for truly an incredible show.  And there could not have been more gracious, generous and good-natured hosts than Randy Rayburn, Craig Clift and their fabulous Cabana and Sunset Grill teams. Overwhelming — again, in a very good way!

We’ll have photos from the event posted soon, plus more details on the love and support shown to Jayne.   Thanks to all who made the night such a tremendou success, for her medical fund and for her spirit!

— Caroline Davis