Libby Weaver

There is nothing I hate more than being late, yet I am always late for everything. This is not a personality trait, but rather a genetic disorder I inherited from my father. I am very good with numbers, but I can’t remember birthdays to save my life. Not even my parents’ birthdays. I could live forever on peanut butter, soy lattes, oatmeal, sweet potatoes, and apples. I eat them all every day in different combinations—oatmeal with peanut butter, peanut butter with sweet potatoes, apples with oatmeal, and lots of other interesting dishes. In high school I was voted “Most Likely To Be A Country Singer”. Instead of moving to Nashville, I moved to Manhattan where I lived a life exactly like the girl in Devil Wears Prada—except I interned at a PR firm and when they offered me a job I said no thanks. Oddly enough, my time in New York inspired me to write a country song about simpler times called “When Crazy Was A Song”. This led to my first publishing contract in Nashville. If I wasn’t writing music I would be a race car driver. I do a crossword puzzle almost every day. Harlan Howard’s ceiling fan is hanging in my living room and was passed along to me from another hit writer for inspiration. When I was really, really young, I couldn’t wait to be twelve years old, because my piano teacher had me learn a piece that was written by a twelve year old, and I thought it would be so amazing to be old enough to write songs. I am always the bridesmaid and never the bride…thank God. Being a bridesmaid over and over means I have a lot of friends and that makes me happy. I don’t remember what my real hair color looks like anymore. I have a scar on my back from a Galapagos tortoise. I have run a marathon. I get along with just about everyone I meet. People fascinate me. I really love hearing their stories and learning from them. I forget to do all the girlie things in life, like pluck my eyebrows and wear high heels and watch cheesy romantic movies. I wish I found all these things interesting, but I don’t. I’m guessing that probably has something to do with why I’m always the bridesmaid and never the bride. I play trombone and marimba. This may also have something to do with why I’m never the bride. My friends say that I am ‘unrealistically realistic’. My parents tell me I can do anything if I keep working hard and I believe them. I am always happy, but never satisfied. Life would be boring and pointless if I were satisfied. I’ll take crazy over boring any day.