Allie's journey to claiming her musical identity has been a bumpy road with a few extended detours. After 10 years of full-time corporate life after college, Allie has surrendered to her true calling. Better to bloom late than never.
The musical journey began much earlier. In her Cape Cod bedroom, little Allie spent hours on hours belting along to a cassette tape of her favorite musical, "Grease," hooked up to a karaoke machine she could barely lift. She drank in sounds spanning from jazz standards to nineties pop anthems over many years as a regular at the local dance school. Somewhere around age 12, it became Lamb family tradition to stuff a home-burned CD of Allie's recorded cover-song-of-the-year in the Christmas cards.
In the tumultuous teenage years, Nashville-veteran music teachers introduced Allie to what would become a lifelong love affair with the craft of songwriting. When 30-minute "guitar lessons" repeatedly evolved into 3- and 4-hour cowrites, the obsession started. These mentors planted the idea to move to Music City. After two years of rigorous Boston business study — and songwriting in the sparse moments between homework and class — that idea eventually made sense.
Enter Belmont University. Allie made the 1200-mile drive "abroad" to the foreign honky-tonkin bible belt in her '96 Honda Accord with no A.C. She transferred her hard-earned collection of college credits and went on to graduate from the Curb College of Music Business. She's called Nashville home ever since.
A contemplative and hopelessly romantic songwriter, and dubbed a "wordsmith" by peers, Allie Lamb writes and sings country-leaning songs encapsulating the beauty of ordinary moments worth remembering.