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Since Then, she
has lived in El Tigre, Venezuela and Port Harcourt, Nigeria in
the role of expatriate wife to an oilfield engineer. This brought
on a severe bout of introspection that led her to begin playing
guitar.
Her travels found
their end back in Houston, where she began to raise two small
children and one large husband. They support TC by sliding food
and DAT tapes under her studio door, and she supports them by
sliding the empty plates and tape cases back out again.
After attending
her first original music showcase, she polished her guitar and
joined the Houston/Fort Bend Sogwriters Association. Then she
joined NSAI. And SGA. And BMI. And began winning songwriting
awards. Lots of 'em.
She recorded
a 3-song demo that sold 800 copies from the confines of her office.
This made her wonder if a career in the music business would
be any more insane than spending a third of the rest of her life
inside a glass cube.
So while at the
top of her game in the oil industry, she decided to leave a really
good-paying job to pursue music full-time and won't let anyone
forget it. Armed with her three song demo and knock-off Ovation
guitar, she began to play at open mic nights.
When local producer,
Jack Saunders heard that she was gainfully unemployed, he offered
her a job as booking agent for the Jack Saunders Band. Under
his sage tutelage, she learned how to run live sound, manage
a recording studio, and start her own company, SoundChick.net.
Three albums
later, you can find TC schlepping heavy soundgear around the
state for the likes of John Evans, Rusty Weir, Owen Temple, and
Hayes Carll. She has found a willing co-conspirator in Gary Taylor,
who has joined forces with TC to create the acoustic duo, Smythe
and Taylor.
"S&T" have been successfully subverting live music
fans toward the altar of original music for two years.
Her musical influences
don't want anything to do with her, but include David Wilcox,
Chuck Pyle, Shawn Colvin, Allison Krauss Dave Gardner, Tom Lehrer,
and Mary Chapin-Carpenter. It's a 'folk-noir' kinda thing, doncha
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