Sunday July 15th 2018 7:30pm
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IF YOU THINK WONDER WOMAN IS A BADASS...
...Then you’ll definitely want to meet Sarah Peacock. 1.2 million miles, 2,800 shows, and fourteen years of nonstop crushing it while flying solo is one heck of a road trip. Sarah Peacock bridges gaps between Country, Blues, Americana, and Rock-N-Roll. Her music is raw, truth telling, and fiercely unique. Essentially, at all times, Peacock is victoriously defeating the forces of evil with glorious Amazonian strength and valor.
Held hostage by a record label at 21, the troubadour life came with a rude awakening for the young Georgia native. Peacock made her home in a ‘92 Volvo with her dog and a guitar, and for nearly seven years earned a living in the corner shadows of American dive bars.
The tables turned in 2011 when an anonymous fan helped her buy out her recording contract. Since then she has released six albums, winning multiple awards for her songwriting. “Hurricane” won Best Song in the American Songwriting Awards, and “Beautiful” was a winner with International Unsigned Only. “The Cool Kids,” and “Are We There Yet” have nominated her for Best Female Artist and Best Song in a number of songwriting competitions. Peacock was also named Listening Room Network’s Artist of the Year.
But the dark side takes another swing in 2015. And, big Nashville promises are especially good at grave digging. From RCA Studio A "project golden child" to street orphan practically overnight, Peacock was ghosted by her entire team and producer without explanation. Spirits crushed, she hit the road. Solo. Again. That was the catalyst that launched her next album, “Dream On,” and landed Sarah her first tour bus. But less than 4 months later, she was watching it burn to the ground at a California truck stop. Sarah’s fans quickly came to the rescue with a fundraiser, which is what kept her on the road. That special connection between Sarah and her fans is what put her in Hank Williams Jr.’s former tour bus, one year after the devastating loss. “You have to be unstoppable, even when you don’t believe you are.” That’s the Modus Operandi for the now half Tennessean, half Texan road warrior.
When she’s off the road, Peacock is active in the anti-bullying and animal rescue communities. She helped start a rock school for kids and recently formed her own 501(c)3, The Band Waggin,’ benefiting animal health and rescue programs.
In 2017, she signed with In Tune Entertainment and American Roots Records. Peacock is sponsored by Taylor Guitars, Fender, 1964 Audio, Strymon, and Mississippi Cold Drip Coffee. Her upcoming EP, “Hot Sheet Motel,” is a collection of 5 songs that reveal the secrets of one woman’s journey through the shadows.
BEHIND THE MUSIC
Where I come from, the folks are southern proud. To us, every high school football game feels like the super bowl, and family get-togethers didn’t exist without fried chicken ‘n biscuits. Heaven forbid you’d find me anywhere else in the 1990's on Sunday (or Wednesday night) besides the front row pew of the Baptist church. My Granddaddy was a Southern Baptist preacher, and I can remember going to his revivals as a kid. We'd hear all stories about his younger glory days as a missionary leading crusades in Brazil and Africa.
My grandmother started teaching me piano at age 4, and there was always music in the house. I have two sisters who both play and sing, and my parents (bless their hearts) tirelessly shuffled us to and from piano recitals, chorus concerts, theater productions, and singing competitions. I honestly don’t remember a day that I didn’t rush up to my room after school and lock the door. I would blast my favorite song and sing as loudly as I could into my hairbrush, convinced even at 8 years old that I was practicing for my career as a famous singer. True story!
I never quite fit in at school, and throughout my elementary and middle school years I was relentlessly bullied. Even within my family and faith community I felt disconnected. What was being preached and what I felt in my heart just weren’t lining up. I just remember always being scared of God, like I was doing everything wrong. I never felt safe to be real or be myself. Music gave me a chance to escape the pain of feeling like I was a mistake, and at age 12 I picked up my first guitar. I couldn’t put it down! Writing songs made me feel better. As long as I had a guitar in my hand, I felt like a hero. And, the better I got, the easier it was to focus on the music instead of the the drama and grief I was getting from my bullies at school.
I went on to receive some of the highest honors for musical achievement in the southeast and was awarded my high school chorus scholarship (although I almost screwed that one up by orchestrating an elaborate senior prank). I was even invited to perform a song I had written for my graduating class at our commencement ceremony. That fall, I moved to Nashville to attended Belmont University. I don't know why I never realized high school grades and test scores had something to do with getting into college, but apparently they do! I always thought I could have been a straight A student if I could ever put down that damn guitar. I was not initially accepted into Belmont. But, I wouldn't take no for an answer. So, I wrote a letter to the admissions office stating why attending Belmont was so important to me. They must have felt sorry for me, because they granted me an audition with the school of music. Mission accomplished! I got in! I worked hard, excelled in college, and was fortunate enough to have participated in a number of elite showcase and ensemble opportunities.
Music had finally made me “cool” (or so I thought). But, I learned that performance based love is a dangerous thing. The crowd's approval was never enough to erase my struggle with my own worthiness and self-love. I got really good at hiding, running, and pretending. And, those character flaws are not cool. They destroy lives and relationships. It was so hard to break free from those family ties of faith, what I was told about God, and all the other expectations that befall a true southern girl. I wanted to live a life of true authenticity, but I couldn’t stop making decisions that hurt myself and the people closest to me. That started showing up in my music very early on.
Right after college I signed a record deal and publishing deal and spent most of my 20's locked into dirty contracts. Those were some of the loneliest years of my life. Despite the abuse I received from my record label, I set out out on the road, making my home in the corner shadows of American dive bars across the country. I booked myself at every joint that would have me just to make ends meet. You might say I sang my way to Victory. In 2011, with the help of a road angel (who has asked to remain anonymous), I finally had enough money to buy out of my contracts. Free to chase my dreams again, I released "Live at Eddie's Attic" and continued touring more than 250 dates a year.
Not much had changed except that I owned my own songs again and could finally write and release new music. As an independent artist, I handled everything alone including booking, promotion, graphic and web design, PR, and managing the travel itineraries. There have been twists and turns, hills and valleys, light and darkness. And, I have slipped into the very darkest of places. This business has broken my heart so deeply and so many times that on more than one occasion I’ve caught myself praying desperately for a way out. I've slept in rat poop in a Maryland basement, gotten my wallet and all my gig money stolen in Mt. Zion National Park, and my tour bus caught on fire in California. Just when I thought I was getting somewhere, I watched my dream burn to the ground before my eyes. Literally. It’s fair to say that in some seasons, music has been more of a burden than a blessing. But, I am so grateful for what all these years have taught me. I know it sounds crazy, maybe borderline psychotic to say that I wouldn’t change anything. But to spare myself the pain would be to spare the lessons, and I’m not so sure I didn’t need every single one. All of those experiences, collectively, have made me the person and artist I am today. And, all that pain has given me something to talk about, a story that no record company or well oiled Nashville machine can fabricate or pull out of a can. Life has given me songs.
It’s my greatest hope that my fans will be able to find a piece of themselves in my story and that my songs will help to heal their hearts as much as it has healed mine to write them. Today I look at my life, and sometimes I just have to pinch myself. I have amazing fans that that I get to share an incredible journey with. Some of them have been here since the beginning, and I still know them by name. I have an amazing team that believes in me, and most importantly I believe in myself. I am so grateful, and I look forward to many more years of making music and memories with you. And if you take nothing else away from my story, remember that you really can do anything you set your mind to.
$25 in advance -- $30 day of show- VIP $40 (Front Row & Table Seating)