ô Family Ties, Laura Fissinger õ Naomi's the mother, Wynonna's the daughter. Mother is beautiful, daughter is handsome. Naomi, christened Diana, chose her new name from the Bible. Wynonna, christened Christina, chose her new name from a rock tune called "Route 66." Naomi sings harmony and countermelodies, Wynonna takes the lead. Naomi, 41, is orderly, pragmatic, iron willed, funny and prone to spats. Wynonna, 23 is messy, daydreamy, iron willed, funny and prone to spats. Both women live with emotions naked enough to startle unsuspecting new acquaintances. Tomorrow is their debut at New York's tony Lincoln Center, so today part of what's naked is nervousness. When Naomi gets nervous she reverts to a tradition of her rural Kentucky roots. She speaks her mind before her mind has a chance to censor itself. "I'm known for my candor," Naomi says, smiling. "We wear our hearts on our sleeves, and I've said our interviews are governed by our hormones -" "I do not wear my heart on my sleeve," says Wynonna, who gets serious when nervous. "Speak for yourself." "Oceans of emotion over here." Naomi winks and nods toward Wynonna. "I remember the time this guy started out an interview by saying, 'So where'd y'all meet:' and I said, 'We met at the wrestling matches. We were sitting on either side of a little old lady who kept screaming, "Awww, squeeze their brains out!" ' " Wynonna wants to talk business. (Naomi gets a lot of memos about her candor.)"It's very hard, in a world that's so big sometimes, for you to feel there's a place for you in it," says the elder Judd. "I'm starting to feel that country music, even at the Grammys is becoming bigger and brighter than ever. They're giving slots to country performers right next to, like, Billy Idol. To me, that says country music is coming out of the closet." As for the Judds, they're pushing themselves out. Their third LP, Heartland, takes on a jazz song (Ella Fitzgerald's "Cow Cow Boogie"), a pot cut cowritten by a favorite Tina Turner writer Graham Lyle ("Maybe Your Baby's Got the Blues"), a timeless mountain hymn ("The Sweetest Gift") and Elvis Presley's "Don't Be Cruel." "Brent [Maher, the Judds' producer] said, 'I think you girls can get away with this,' " says Wynonna of the Elvis cover. Maher also arranged for the Jordanaires to sing background parts, as they did for Elvis. Naomi glances up from painting her fingernails snow white. "We're Elvis's biggest fans in the universe," she says. "Anyway, Gordon from the Jordanaires, he and Wy were talking, and he interrupted and said, 'You know what just occurred to me, getting to know you two? If Elvis were still alive the three of you would be fast friends.' I said, 'Oh, noooo, don't say that!'" Wynonna studies her mother's suddenly serious face. "It would have been great. We could have gone bowling." The two of them lean against each other and laugh. Elvis acquitted himself nicely as a country and rock crooner; it's when he went pop that he went wrong. When Nashville went pop in the seventies, country music went wrong. Ironically, county music is crossing over more now that so many of its young stars are new traditionalists, like Dwight Yoakam, Steve Earle, Rosanne Cash, the O'Kanes - and the Judds. In the three years of professional music making, Wynonna and Naomi have passed by many of their more experienced peers: two platinum LPs (Why Not Me and Rockin' with the Rhythm), eight Number One country singles, three Grammys and umpteen country-music awards. Their records have started to do some serious charting in Europe. And they're set to star in an NBC-TV sitcom pilot loosely based on the Judds' own small-town-girls-meet-big-changes saga (working title: Why Not Me), to be aired in the fall. Wynonna's younger sister, Ashley, 18, is also a cast member. "Ashley's the number-one reason [for doing the pilot] in a lot of ways," says Naomi, who's been known to get tears in her eyes when contemplating all the time she and Ashley have been apart in the last three years. Finally, they can have her with them. If the pilot becomes a series, the Judds will probably scoop up new fans for Judd music - not that their demographics could get any more diverse. The duo's acoustic-based coalescence of Patsy Cline country, early rock, Forties jazz, bluegrass and folk pulls admirers from all factions. Wynonna's longtime idol Bonnie Raitt is now a fan and friend. Sammy Davis Jr. brought his instamatic to one of the Reno shows. In a Fargo, North Dakota, hotel, the heavy-metal group Ratt shouted out Judd song titles every time they spotted a Judd in the hallway. Merle Haggard has told Wynonna that she's his favorite female singer, that every line she sings "is like a confession." Steve Winwood and Anita Baker confessed fanhood backstage at this year's Grammys. Robert Palmer has sent Naomi a flower ("He's dangerously suave," she says). Judge William H. Webster, the new director of the CIA, comes to their shows with his Secret Service men and has asked the Judds to dinner. The duo recently played a gig with James Brown, who recited a list of TV shows he'd seen them on. And something of a mutual-admiration society had developed between U2 and the Judds, and the two groups are planning to meet. Naomi looks up from her nails as Elvis, Wynonna's dachshund, scuttles across the plush carpeting of the Manhattan hotel penthouse. Her expression is pure rascal. "But is Keokuk, Iowa, going to understand?" One of the Judds' biggest hits to date is a requiem to the world's lost innocence called "Grandpa (Tell Me 'bout the Good Old Days)." Naomi's paternal grandfather was the illegitimate farmer son of a Kentucky circuit doctor; he died while reading his Bible. Her maternal grandfather "excused himself from the dinner table when Mama was twelve, walked in the back and blew his brains out. Every generation on my mother's side has a suicide....But I lived a Walton-type existence." "I don't see your world as being Walton at all, Mom," Wynonna says. Little brother Brian was Naomi's best pal. One day when the family was coming in from swimming, somebody noticed a lump on Brian's shoulder. They wrote it off to the heavy bag he lugged around on his paper route. It turned out to be cancer. Glen and Polly Judd spent a couple of years taking Brian around to specialists, looking for a commutation of the death sentence. Naomi went from being an honor student and Sunday- school teacher to being the pinch-hitting head of the household. Following Brian's death, the family splintered. No one talked about Brian. Glen Judd became an alcoholic and left his wife for a woman in her early thirties. Naomi impulsively married a longtime suitor and became pregnant right away. Wynonna was born during Naomi's high-school-graduation week. The family moved to Los Angeles. Naomi doesn't talk about what soured the marriage. Wynonna was eight and Ashley four when the divorce became final. For a while, Naomi did secretarial and modeling jobs to support the family. The poverty was a grind, but the lack of Kentucky values in Hollyweird bothered Naomi even more. She relocated them to a mountaintop house in Morrill, Kentucky, with no phone and no electricity. A cheap plastic guitar given by a friend was co-opted by Wynonna. At first, making music was just something to do. When it became virtually all she wanted to do. "I left Morrill the night before I was supposed to testify against my father in their divorce trial," Naomi says. "Mom needed all of us kids to take sides with her against Daddy, because the kids were the only investment she'd made in her life." Another mother-daughter war escalated in California. Ashley was even-tempered, easygoing; Naomi and Wynonna were not, and they fought with gloves off. Some days their only communication was singing together while Wy played the guitar. A nursing degree in hand, Naomi moved the gang again, this time to an exurb of Nashville called Franklin. Wynonna wouldn't help around the house, her grades were iffy, her attitude lousy. Music was the only thing she gave herself to. Naomi figured a shot at a music career might help her grow up. The first few years in Franklin weren't much easier than the ones that preceded them. Naomi and her mother were still on the outs; she and her musician boyfriend Larry Strickland (who used to sing with Presley) broke up and reunited on a too-regular basis. Money was in extremely short supply. At one of the lowest points, Naomi contemplated killing herself. But she didn't. ":Because I had kids," she says. "Because until my dying breath I"m going to be around to aggravate them." Naomi's grin is rueful. Wynonna thought about ending it all after a fight so serious that her mother had said, "Don't even bother coming home....You're no longer my daughter." For two months Wy lived with her father in Florida. Larry brought Wynonna her things when his band was in the area. "Larry said, 'Your mother loves you. You guys are meant to be.'...I knew if I went home, it would be on her terms." Soon after, Wynonna drank a little and went driving and looking for an accident to get into. Her speed kept increasing. "I was driving real fast....I literally came this close to doing it. And I didn't....I put on the brakes real fast and did a 360 spin." Back in Franklin, an uneasy peace was maintained as Naomi took their homemade demo tapes around to Nashville producers. Brent Maher's daughter was one of Naomi's nursing patients. When the girl was released from the hospital, Naomi gave a tape to Maher.