Day One...

You may sit in front of your television set after a long day at work, feeling like a mouse in a cage, trapped on an endless treadmill that gets you nowhere and you may think to yourself, "Hey! I want to watch some reality show about the ins and outs of life in Nashville. I want to watch a struggling model who is eternally 18 trying to obtain the golden ticket to become a country music star and behold, she gets a record deal after 2 weeks! That's what I want to watch!" You may be one of those people who likes a show like that. If you do, then you may not want to read this blog. Because this blog is about a girl (who is not a model nor 18) trying to make it as a singer/songwriter here in Music City that could care less about being famous and on the cover of magazines and shmoozing with the rich and beautiful. All she wants is to sing her own songs for a living. An honest and good living. That is what she wants and what she has always wanted and will never stop wanting that as long as she is living. So, with all that said, we begin...

My name is Jessie Key. I have been singing my whole life but have been singing country music since I was 14 around the Dallas/Ft. Worth area (where I am from). When I was 20, I moved to Nashville to lay my claim on the eyes and ears of the Nashville community. Little did I know, in 1997, that Nashville was starting to decline after the Big Boom of the "Garth effect" and people in the town were starting to panic. Like, selling their homes and recording equipment in yard-sale's type of panic. I was at Belmont University off of Music Row at the time and just waiting for the dust to blow over. So I waited....and waited....and waited. Come 2000, the dust had turned into a storm like the one seen over Oklahoma back in the Depression. People were blinded by the destruction of what was once and what was no more. Sad...So, to make a long story even longer, I moved to Austin, had a ball, played and sang, made a record and then made the stupid decision to give Nashville one more try. Moved back and here I am. The dust is still here but I feel that even though it sometimes is hard to breathe, you can always find solace in the church. Of course I mean the Ryman. And as long as they have not burned that down, I will not lose complete hope that country music can find a way back to where it was conceived. Besides, everyone comes home in the end...

So this is my diary, my blog. Every day is a step closer to the dream and I will be letting you in on all my trials and tribulations and hopefully it wont be too painful. This is the Day in the Life of Jessie...for real...