One Saturday night early last year, my friends asked me to join them for a night out in Hollywood. They told me they would pick me up and that I should be ready right at 9pm. So like any typical girl, I spend way too much time trying on everything I own. It just so happened that I was wearing a race-driver looking black dress, fishnet stockings and my tan Tony Llama cowboy boots when they called me and told me to come downstairs. Let me tell you, it was one of the strangest outfits I've ever worn. 



Eventually, after already feeling out of place and out of style we find our way to the Roosevelt Hotel and head down to the basement to a little club called Beecher's Madhouse. We squeeze into line in the lobby and pack in like sardines while the lucky few get to walk right in because they knew someone who knew someone who got them on the list. I look around and see girls in stilettos, tiny dresses, push-up bras and way too much makeup. After what feels like drowning in this very tall crowd, I turn and look at my friend and can tell he's thinking the same thing. We head out and go to Piano Bar down the street. Much more of my scene. 



That next week I wrote the first verse of "Home" and sent the mp3 to my producer. 

 

This is what I wrote:



hi andrew,

came up with this [song idea] tonight. i love it because it reminds me of home and here -- i like the pair of mandolin and elec guitar and it's kind of the sound i want for the album. those two things that make both me and my music unique. I know you've been in LA for 5 years now but you go home from time to time to remind yourself. in that way- youre perfect for this project because i think in someway you understand where i'm coming from. 

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been thinking a lot about how out of place i felt last saturday night in hollywood. you probably know exactly what im talking about without actually being aware of it. all the girls you and your friends hang out with look like models, towering above me in high heels, born in LA and bought into it and that's not me. 



at the end of the day, i want this song to be about the core of what is actually important after removing all the bright lights and artificiality. people forget about that.



oscar wilde once said "“a man loves with his eyes, but a woman loves with her ears”

-c. 

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The song is all about remembering where I come from and what a Saturday night in North Carolina would look like compared to a night out in Hollywood. 

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