Lee Brice

Lee Brice



Lee Brice

The rugged feel of steel guitar and fiddle, the images of growing up in a world of fields and farms, of heartbreak and hard work … You can’t miss the fact that Lee Brice is country all the way.

It’s in his voice – think of it as honey trickling through lines of melody etched in leather – and in the images it conjures, of “country girls and redneck boys” anticipating the night to come in the sunset glow of a Dairy Queen (“Sumter County”), of growing up “on the edge of a cornfield” (“Picture of Me”).

And that makes one detail in his dream seem especially surprising.

“Ten years from now,” he says, smiling at the idea, “I’d love to hear my songs on the radio – on the rap stations, not just country.”

This sounds absurd, but only until you remember what makes Lee’s debut one of the strongest debuts in any genre over these past several years. That’s when you realize that if anybody can make this happen, it’s this young man from backcountry South Carolina. His voice, his sound, even his wide-open grin are as country as they come – but his view of life is much broader than that.

Begin with his tastes in music. Ask him to name the artists who influenced him, and he’ll answer with Garth Brooks and Hank Junior, sure, but also Coldplay, John Mayer, Brian McKnight, Tom Petty, 3 Doors Down, Whitney Houston, Edwin McCain, Ray Charles … a list you might assemble by grabbing randomly at bins as you wander through the Tower closing sale.

But Brice insists that something ties all these artists together: “They’re all great, which appeals to me because I want to make every song I do as great as I can too. I’m not comparing myself to them in any way, but I want the same thing that I love in what they do: They all make music that you can believe in.”

Brice takes a big step toward his dream with album. This is music that takes you to special places, from the farms that he worked as a kid through the dirt roads where he and his buddies would spin their wheels and race for the smiles of their girlfriends. He has that knack for making memories come alive that he sensed in the songs of his heroes.


The thing is, it took him a while to figure out who those heroes were. While most people his age across America were tuning in to MTV, Brice was growing up on gospel, as sung by his mother and her side of the family. His Aunt Henrietta played the piano, and through the singing she did with her sisters Lee built his own music on the rock of the church.

“I was completely sheltered, even from country music,” he remembers, “so my first influences were those gospel singers. Man, those tenors could wail! I started to sing by imitating them.”

By age seven he was teaching himself the basics of piano on Aunt Henrietta’s old upright. Shortly after that he began writing songs; aside from church quartets and his father’s Alabama and Oak Ridge Boys albums, he had only his own imagination to mine for inspiration. By the time he’d entered high school, though, he’d assembled enough originals to perform them at the talent pageant – which he won, by the way, three years in a row.

Around that same time Lee finally became aware of other styles of music, through friends who had trouble believing he’d never heard groups like Aerosmith. “Now, I’d heard of Aerosmith,” he insists, just to set the record straight. “But that’s when I got exposed for the first time to them, to John Mayer and Dave Matthews and all that stuff. My first huge influence, though, was Garth. That had a definite effect on my writing, especially in making my lyrics more mature and my hooks stronger, although even when I was ten years old I was very emotional songs, songs that told stories.”

There were two loves in Lee’s life at that time: music and football. His father, a star player in high school, had passed on an offer to play for Clemson in order to marry and open shop as an electrician. Lee, not having yet met the lady of his life, picked up where Daddy left off by enrolling at Clemson and making it onto the team, long-snapping for punts and then moving to center …

But fate changed the game plan. After playing the first game of his senior year, Lee woke up one morning unable to straighten his right arm. “I’d been snapping the wrong way, 500 times a day,” he explains. “They had me in surgery the next day, took out all this cartilage, and that was the end of that.”

He could have stayed and finished his civil engineering degree; instead, Lee resolved to chase his other dream. He’d kept playing music during spare time at Clemson and had even spent spring break in Nashville, checking out the town and its possibilities. During that visit he met and performed some of his tunes for Doug Johnson, which prompted the well-established songwriter/producer to offer advice that, by his own admission, Lee’s family might not have appreciated.


“He told me, ‘Lee, I see that you love music with every bone


National radio singles:
"She Ain't Right"
"Happy Endings"
"Upper Middle Class White Trash"

Songwriting credits:
"More Than A Memory" - Garth Brooks

Set List

60-75 minutes with full band