Hey y’all, I’m Laura (pictured above with the famous Mr. Gray); I come from a small town in East Texas where the cows outnumber the people. I’m a wife, mother of one, and a desk slave at a financial firm in the Houston area ‘burbs and I cuss a lot. A lot!
My guilty pleasures include eating junk food, reading naughty books, socializing with friends, and taking road trips to small towns in search of vintage treasures. I am in a never-ending search for the perfect cup of tea. I’m a member of a woman’s only camping club that travels around the south in vintage trailers, an officer of my local Rotaract club and I’m passionate about my volunteer work with the Wild West Brew Fest.
I came into the folds of this great group of people mostly in person at a Matt Woods show one night in the outskirts of Houston a few years back. I met Romeo, we chatted over some beers, mentioned my love for Lucero and how Michelle had turned me onto Matt Woods. Romeo and I kept running into each other at other shows, where he later introduced me to Scott, another 9B writer, and as they say the rest is just history. It feels that way. It’s been a hard and fast couple of years since I became personal friends with these people. There have been many shows together, lots of bummed rides home, and even more “Can I borrow your lighters?” than I can count. Every encounter starts and ends with a conversation about music. Every single one and I would not want it any other way.
I have zero formal training in music; I cannot play an instrument despite the fact that I have a few guitars and resources to learn said instruments. My one and only guitar lesson actually went something like this “Do you play any instruments?” and I replied very seriously “No, I play with people who play instruments.” Basically to come across as a stereotypical fan girl, I just love music, all types, and I love the passionate people who love music too. It’s as simple and complex as that. I like the emotions a song can evoke inside and I could care less so about any of the technical aspects of the song, though I can tell you if it sounds like garbage or a band looks sloppy and un-rehearsed on stage.
I’ve always liked music. My best memories of my childhood are of me falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning watching my grandfather and his band play to a house full of friends and family on the weekends. I was always fascinated with the way his big hands moved so delicately across the strings and he never once required instructions on what to play but managed to play any song someone threw out to him. I wish I could go back and tell little child me to record those awesome country and blues sounds. In my angsty pre-teen years I would lock myself in my room and listen to my cd-boom box for hours and hours. Relished in the Saturday morning when my mom would take me to Hastings and let me walk around forever carefully selecting the next cd to add to my collection of popular hits, jazzed she would pay for my chosen items only to later realize she’d manage to swipe some of my existing cds to keep in her car for her listening pleasure. Man I liked some things grown me would be ashamed of now. As I grew older and moved in with the man who later became my husband he introduced me to a whole new way of life… independent artist. He brought into my life long road trips packed with music from so many of the bands I still listen to and he further added fuel to my music loving fire. He would talk about the bands, and songs, and I would chime in with my thoughts. It was the first time I realized that I had a real opinion about what I was listening to. It was the first time I felt emotion and passion in regards to the lyrics, and it was the first time I was old enough to relate to the things the songs were about. That was the turning point in my life for music. I was over the force-fed pop tunes. Currently I spend a great amount of my time and financial resources attending live shows of all genres but strongly prefer the bands and music that Nine Bullets represents and supports. I do my best to support the local music scene in Houston where I live, and I try very hard to not ever live up to the stereotypical fan girl no matter how much I may love a song, band, or artist. I choose my friends based on their music preferences and I try to always remain open to giving anything new to me a listen.
So with that being said I am excited to become a part of this great site and a part of a team of people who love whiskey, tacos and unsolicited pictures of body parts as much as I do.
Some of the (sad) songs that are the current soundtrack to my life: