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Bee Taylor Autobiograpghy

“If you tell the truth you donʼt have to have a good memory.”

- Judge Judith Sheindlin

 

My name is Bee Taylor. I canʼt stand pretentious biographies, so Iʼll just tell you my story from my own mouth.

 

I grew up on my familyʼs ranch in the pines of East Texas. My love for music starts there, singing along to cassette tapes of Hank Williams and Kitty Wells. At thirteen I started playing a guitar my mother borrowed from a neighbor, and I would take this guitar out to the hay field and sing to the cows. As my playing and audience progressed, I began cutting my teeth on the stages of the Texas Opry Circuit. These were places locals gathered in old movie theaters to hear classic country on Saturday nights. In between weekends I raised piglets on the ranch, and once they were old enough I would take them to the townʼs auction barn and sell them to farmers. Saving up all of my pig money I was able to buy my first guitar. (A matte black arch top named Bettie.)

Shortly after I reached past the Opry Circuit and started booking my own shows. These included opening up for my heroes at the time; Randy Travis, Don Williams, Craig Morgan, etc., and performing in Jerry Jonesʼs suite at Dallas Cowboy Stadium.

During all of this, Nashville was heavy on my mind, so I applied for a job with the U.S. Postal Service and carried the mail to over 2,000 houses a day in the most menacing parts of Texarkana Texas and Arkansas. I spent a year there saving my money to pull the trigger; I moved to Tennessee.

Thatʼs when everything changed.

I found myself amongst the most peculiar and fascinating walks of life who turned me on to the likes of delta blues, gypsy jazz, and all styles of alternative music. I soon moved into a 1972 Airstream trailer nestled in a Tennessee hollow. There wasnʼt running water or a kitchen, but music flowed through me like the creek I would dip my toes in. This is where I found me, where my songs came to life, where my soul found itʼs place in this world. I was home. I spent the next two years cultivating my songwriting and musicianship in that hollow. I recorded my first album there which showcased the new sound of Bee Taylor.

After gaining a reputation within the cracks and crevices of Nashvilleʼs underground scene, I slowly gathered my band together one member at a time. I made it clear to each of them; my goal is to make history, and we will succeed at such. Since that time we found ourselves at home on Nashvilleʼs favorite stages such as Exit-In, 3rd and Lindsley, Bluebird Cafe, etc. and all while traveling the U.S. playing my original music.

 

Upon leaving the Airstream, I moved into the upstairs of the full tape and analog Pecan Valley Studio. That’s where the ever present piano called my name almost daily. I began to fall for the jazz and funk piano styles of Dr. John, Professor Longhair, and Mose Allison. Since that time I’ve continuously been teaching myself how to play in that style; and have even recorded a piano debut album that will hit in 2021.

 

If my story intrigues you, this was just the high points. Ask me about the rest of it sometime around a campfire or the soft neon.