I will sing to the Lord as long as I live.
I will praise my God to my last breath!
Psalm 104:33 (NLT)
I will praise my God to my last breath!
Psalm 104:33 (NLT)
Hi there, my name is Ashlee.
At the end of the day, I am me. As is. No refunds.
I value authenticity and genuine connection above most things in life, which is exactly why I love music and feel songs so deeply. There is truth to be found in music that cannot be found in mere spoken word.
Music has saved my life countless times. I can remember singing more as a child than I remember talking. At 10 years old, I bought my very first CD. Faith Hill's self-titled album. I memorized every word; stored them all away. Singing became one of the only times I felt safe. Faith Hill promised me Better Days were coming; Pat Benatar assured me I wasn't alone when she preached that Hell is For Children; Mindy Smith told me I wasn't the only little girl pretending I was happy and falling apart at the seams like Raggedy Ann; Johnny Cash talked about Hurt and depression; Martina McBride taught me you could be strong and have your Independence Day, even if you were being hurt. These artists understood me in a way no one ever had. I played them all on repeat as they became my comfort, my friends. Music was the only hope I clung to for many years.
As much as I loved their words and their stories, I had my own stories to tell.
I started writing and singing the words I wasn't able to speak. I wanted my music to help others heal, yet it helped me heal more than I could have ever predicted. Music is a beautiful gift that is meant to be shared. I am so thankful for your willingness to join me on this journey as you listen to my music.
At the end of the day, I am me. As is. No refunds.
I value authenticity and genuine connection above most things in life, which is exactly why I love music and feel songs so deeply. There is truth to be found in music that cannot be found in mere spoken word.
Music has saved my life countless times. I can remember singing more as a child than I remember talking. At 10 years old, I bought my very first CD. Faith Hill's self-titled album. I memorized every word; stored them all away. Singing became one of the only times I felt safe. Faith Hill promised me Better Days were coming; Pat Benatar assured me I wasn't alone when she preached that Hell is For Children; Mindy Smith told me I wasn't the only little girl pretending I was happy and falling apart at the seams like Raggedy Ann; Johnny Cash talked about Hurt and depression; Martina McBride taught me you could be strong and have your Independence Day, even if you were being hurt. These artists understood me in a way no one ever had. I played them all on repeat as they became my comfort, my friends. Music was the only hope I clung to for many years.
As much as I loved their words and their stories, I had my own stories to tell.
I started writing and singing the words I wasn't able to speak. I wanted my music to help others heal, yet it helped me heal more than I could have ever predicted. Music is a beautiful gift that is meant to be shared. I am so thankful for your willingness to join me on this journey as you listen to my music.
