I hate writing bios - I'll be honest with you. So here's the deal....I grew up in McEwen, Tennessee on a farm with parents who emmigrated from England. See, weird right out of the gate. I had the usual troubles growing up - self esteem issues, boy issues, perfectionistic and procrastination issues due to a dysfunctional early home life, blah blah blah....next.
I went to UT Knoxville and got a fairly worthless degree in broadcasting. I set about my career with naive idealism and youthful stupidity. I worked in radio, newspaper, TV and advertising agencies. All of those jobs were soulless and life draining but I met alot of wonderful people who made it all worth it. In 1997, I married an awesome photographer named Mark. His website is here, check it out: www.mosriephotography.com. We have a ton of fun together. He's smart as hell. We travel when we can and we laugh alot. I can't ask for anything more than that. He likes my cooking and I like to cook. It works.
I always wanted to sing and write songs, so one day a few years back, I just started doing it. I self produced a couple of CDs and I'm planning to start another one soon. My sound is folky pop country but basically, I'm a singer-songwriter who will write whatever feels like coming out of my mouth that day. I don't know anything about marketing my music or selling it to "music row" but I know I like writing it and singing it. I write for the cathartic life-giving kick ass feeling it gives me when I finally get a phrase that feels right or find a cool melody. Some people say I sound like Joni Mitchell, Patty Loveless, Nanci Griffith and even Laura Nyro. I don't deserve the comparisons but I'll take them anyway. They just serve as a reference for the listener if you need one. I used to care about getting those kind of comparisons, but anymore, I really want to sound like me and get the message of my songs across. If you listen to my songs and you understand where I'm coming from and maybe, just maybe, if it evokes an emotional response in you and makes the crazy static in your head stop for one second, then I'm positively ecstatically thrilled and can die a happy woman. No pressure though.
Peace,
Louise