Sara Beth Go

There's a blissfully awkward 13-year-old girl playing an out-of-tune, dark brown, upright piano. She’s writing songs in the living room of her parent's creaky old home in New Orleans. When she sings, she imagines what it would feel like to be in front of an audience singing along. She is genuine and hopeful and funny as hell, and as much as her current 40-something-year-old self has tried to shush that pimply, uninhibitedly hopeful singer, she just won't go away. 

Thankfully.

A few years ago, Sara Beth's accountant uttered the words no artist ever wants to hear - “The numbers don’t lie - your music is more of a hobby than a career.” She moved to Nashville when she was 18. Throughout her 20s and 30s, there were publishing deals, tours throughout the US, and 4 self produced albums. But the word hobby bounced through her mind but really, felt more like the word failure. So, humiliated, she quit. Sara Beth was mad at that 13-year-old with stars in her eyes and wished she could have smoldered them sooner.

Then therapy. It was a long process that wasn’t without pain, but transformative and powerful. Through the process, Sara Beth found “it” - the second career that might actually work. So, she became a therapist. 

But that damn 13 year old was persistent. 

In true fashion, the adolescent wins! With the unexpected quiet of COVID, the girl was drawn to the piano. The content, like the girl, was expansive. Songs filled with jungles and tax accountants, cancer and peonies, psychotropic medications and Macintosh computers. Welcome to Sara Beth’s Neighborhood of Noise, 2nd Edition. It's strong and shimmery, clunky and uncomfortable, heartbreaking and hopeful, mental and, like a 13 year old, funny as hell.