Sara Beth Go

There's an awkward 13-year-old girl playing an out-of-tune, upright piano. She’s writing songs in her parents' creaky old New Orleans home. When she sings, she is happy. And as much as the 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 had moved to Nashville at 18. Throughout her 20s and 30s, there were publishing deals, tours throughout the US, and 4 self-produced albums. But nearing her 40th birthday, "hobby" bounced through her mind and felt more like "failure". So, she quit music. Sara Beth wished the stars in that 13-year-olds eyes had smoldered sooner.

Then therapy. It was a long process that wasn’t without pain, but it saved her. Sara Beth realized she found “it” - the second career that might actually work. She became a therapist. And loved it.

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 taxes, cancer and peonies, psychotropic medications and Macintosh computers. Welcome to Sara Beth’s newest Neighborhood of Noise. It's strong and shimmery, clunky and uncomfortable, heartbreaking and hopeful, mental and, like a 13 year old, funny as hell.