About Erin Montgomery


Music has been a part of my life, all of my life. It started with my parents shared love for music. My father grew up listening to vocal greats like Joan Sutherland and Luciano Pavarotti and my mother has been singing opera for over forty years. Through them I was introduced to musical influences ranging from the enchanting Kiri Te Kanawa to the satirical P.D.Q Bach. Early in childhood, I developed a love for classical masters like Beethoven and Bach. By age eight I was writing poetry and performing “talent shows” in my living room with my two sisters. My poetry writing consumed my evenings. I was filling composition books faster than my parents could feed them to me. It was on the Christmas I was 10 years old I received my first cassette tape of Whitney Houston. I had been exposed to powerful classically trained voices, but Whitney changed it all for me. At age 13 my parents gave me my first guitar. Once I had gotten into high school I was devouring music of the 60’s; everything from Jimi Hendrix to Janis Joplin, The Beatles to Cream. However, Motown was always at the forefront. Though Aretha Franklin was my biggest role mode, bands like The Four Tops, The Platters, The Contours, Gladys Knight, Shorty Long, Martha and the Vandellas, The Temptations; all inspired a soul that was unheard of from a Paso Robles raised country girl. My parents encouraged every ounce of creativity I had. Then finally, at age 16 I’d written my first song. It was a slow blues style song paying tribute to a forbidden love separated by implications of statutory consequence.

My parents were so impressed by my passion and portrayal that I was grounded for a week and barred from ever speaking to the young man until they felt I had cooled down.

As of today, I am continuously writing and playing. I use personal experience and observation as the main source of fodder. I have been married, become a mother, been divorced, fallen in and out of love, been loved, been hated, lost a sister, gained two brothers (by marriage), seen miracles and hopeless tragedies, lived in abundance, survived poverty, met people who wish to bring me down and have been privileged to know those that cheer my success. I’ve seen the bottom of the barrel and climbed my way up, but no matter what; still see it all as the beautiful poetry of life.