Shot from a canon, Sally Taylor and her 3-piece band arrived on the music
scene just this past year. During 1999 alone, Sally and her band, made up
of Bass (Kenny Castro), Drums (Brian McRae), and Guitar (Chris Soucy), along with
their sound man, Chris Delucchi, managed to complete three national tours
in their trusty extend-o van "Moby." They've been received with open arms
and hundreds of write-ups. With over 150 shows under their belts they're
currently concentrating on the release and promotion of a new CD due out
around the middle of March 2000. Sally's first CD Tomboy Bride sold over
7,000 copies in its first year alone, no small feat for a recording that's
only available at her shows and on-line at www.sallytaylor.com.
Sally Taylor remains an independent artist, despite the offers she's
received from the majors. She prefers to do this on her own, insisting on
answering all the fan mail and filling the CD orders. Sally is unwilling to
compromise her integrity in order to fit into someone else's idea of
success. She instead enjoys the road to her own success
through rigorous touring, self-learning, self-creation and a lot of keeping on.
Included on her web site is a personal daily account of what she and her
band are up to, and after spending the better part of a year with four guys
in a van, Sally has accumulated some pretty hysterical stories. There was a
show in Tuscaloosa where the marquee read: 'Sally Taylor - 25c Beer.' There
was a time in Minneapolis where they arrived outside a biker bar, and even
though the whole audience turned out to be a bunch of intimidating looking
Harley guys, Sally wrote: "They danced, they listened, they clapped and
whistled. They talked to me up there and they stayed...Now that's what I
call a good audience!!" Another time in Mobile, Alabama - the club had a
bubble machine going. Much to the bands amusement and albeit, discomfort,
an obviously intoxicated man got caught in a steady flowing stream of
bubbles and ended up enveloped in their iridescent roundness with all
fingers pointed in his direction. The ivory made bubbles were so strong
that they refused to pop, regardless of the surface they landed on. So, the
poor guy ended up looking like he was wearing a bubble robe which he was
too drunk to take notice of. Sally couldn't finish the song she was in the
middle of she was laughing so uncontrollably. Additionally, Sally's played directly
underneath a TV at a sports bar with the NBA finals going on. She's even
played in front of a blaring jukebox! But, she says, "It's all part of the
adventure." Her road diaries have attracted quite a cult following, and a
lot of people come to her shows knowing practically everything that's going
on in the lives of the band members (funny to Sally, not so funny to the
band who is mostly oblivious to what Sally is writing about them).
During Sally's time off the road she has concentrated on doing some movie
soundtracks. One, to be released in the spring of 2000, is a Farrelly
brothers movie staring Jim Carrey, entitled "Me, Myself and Irene." The
song she's covering is a Beverly Breemers tune called "Don't Say you Don't
Remember." Another is a Susan Sarandon/Natalie Portman movie called
"Anywhere But Here," which was released last November.
On it Sally and her mother, Carly Simon, sing a co-written duet, "Amity."
"It was written long before the movie had been made but seemed to fit in
perfectly with the subject matter so we used it," she says.
Sally Taylor is a rarity in the music industry: A singer/songwriter
choosing the road less traveled; a road that challenges, teaches, and
keeps on going past the horizons of the predictable, into the unknown.
Reading through Sally's first year of road diaries is a special experience.
It is not often that an artist opens themselves up and shares in the way
that Sally Taylor does. As this quote will attest:
"I'm so lucky to be blessed with these guys (the band) and with these
audiences that keep on showing up and staying and pushing us to go farther
and farther. They remind me again and again that this stuff, this music
stuff, isn't about candy coating art with glitter to feed to the ego. It's
about sharing time and space and giving it up to the audience, those
friends you've never met but have always known because you see yourself in
them. It's about letting go of the ownership of your art and your fear and
your heart because love is the only thing that makes complete sense."