Every story has to start somewhere.
Mine starts here
The 11th of August 2000, the day any of this became a possibility, I guess... My mum likes to remind me that I didn’t make much noise when I was born, but that I have definitely made up for it since…
It’s possible I was singing before I was speaking, and I was creating songs before I could spell my name. KIER. A name of many meanings, by definition: ‘A German Wash Tub’, ‘The Dark One’, "To want, To wish, To love, to Like"… Do with that information what you will, I like to go with the latter…
I had a big imagination growing up, and storytelling has been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. My family have always been very musical; I have beautiful memories of us singing and playing music together at any given opportunity. My dad influenced my passion for country music from a young age, introducing me to some of the greats (in my opinion), such as Dr.Hook, Johnny Cash, and Dolly Parton. But we covered plenty of genres on our road trip karaoke sessions, which is a big reason for my diverse influences and taste in music.
The song writing, however, I must credit to my Mum. Some of my first memories stem from my mother's poetry. She would write me and my brother stories in poetry form; she could rhyme as easily as speaking, I found it mesmerising, and I guess some of that got passed down to me. I would practise poetry whenever I could. However, my first attempt was a complete rip-off of ‘1000 Miles'. My brother jumped at the chance to tell me I just ripped off White Chicks. Did that stop me from showing it to my mum with the utmost gleaming pride? Absolutely not. I was 4, give me a break.
Anyway, over time, these poems became songs, and as I started experiencing more of life and what it had to throw at me, these songs became a form of documenting my emotions and experiences. I found a passion for finding the beauty in telling other people's stories in song form. I got my first guitar, learned a few basic chords, and "voila, there I was in my singer/songwriter era, well, secret singer/songwriter era.
We go on for a few more years, I become a teen with divorced parents, I experience heartbreak for the first time, I fall in love again, and all of a sudden, I have a songbook the size of the Bible. By now I’d started a cover band and built up the courage to sing in front of people—never my own personal stuff, but it was a big leap in the right direction.
A few more years go by, and we get stuck in personal prison for an eternity. In my lockdown era, I wrote one of my favorite songs. Tuesday Bus. I decided to share it on social media. I very nearly immediately deleted it, but what’s that? Someone actually liked MY song? then a few more, until suddenly I was overwhelmed with kind comments from strangers, friends, and family. And this sort of did it for me. I did something I loved, I shared it, and other people connected to it too. Liked it. In that moment, I knew where I wanted to take my passion…
As far as I could.
I’ve been reminded all my life that I’ve always got a lot to say. I’ve also spent a long time terrified of what others might think, don’t get me wrong, that might always be there, but now, my love, drive, and passion for creating these songs overrule any fear of what others think. I have things to say / sing, and I’m here to say / sing them. And I’m so grateful for anyone willing to listen. My music won't be for everyone, and I’ve accepted that. But if I’ve confirmed one thing in the past few years, it’s...
Life is short. As I grow, it seems to go faster, so I’m going to sing my songs, be myself, and eat so much pasta.
Some of my best work, I know.
Anyway, join me on this journey, wherever we go, whatever it maybe, it could be short or long lived. But I’m excited to share it all with you, every step of the way.
Love, Always
KIER x