My Unofficial Official Bio
Leah **** was what you'd call an army brat, but far from typical as one could be: from a very young age, she was finding solace in art, and not war. Moving from air force base to air force base, she spent nights in front of the radio not searching for idle com chatter, but rather the true voice of rock'n'goddamned-roll.
The kind of soul that was searching for an answer in the dark, lighting candles with sound.
It was here she developed the passion for music that is so often missing in "industry types": not wanting to be a part of the "scene" for the "scenes" sake, rather, wanting to find music and artists she could believe in and help others to find the same level of connectivity that was so important to her.
Leah's passion found her working her way up from record shop guru, where she steered countless sinners of evil consumer pop towards the light, to the very pinnacle of the marketing chain at Sony, New York (see: evil consumer pop), where she worked with the genius of such acts as Jeff Buckley and artistes of the same musical commitment, whose beautiful, transcendent music will shine forever.
Yup, Reidy was on that train. Some might say she was the baggage handler.
Others the ticket master.
Truly though, she was the driver, making sure passengers and engine were all headed in the same direction.
And yes, she was so goddamned hip, she even worked with Suede.
Not to mention Nelly Furtado (in the cool years), and finally settling with C**** K***, where Leah was pretty much the Queen.
But that was not enough for our intrepid troubadour: nope, in 2006, she began working with a little known wunderkind of such blinding genius, she was finally tested to her limits of patience, love, understanding, and business accumen, and you know what.....?
She kicked arse for him too.
