Meg Myers is collapsed like a broken ragdoll on her hardwood floors in her Los Angeles apartment — crying uncontrollable, feeling something she’s never felt before. It’s that kind of cry you don’t even wish upon your worst enemies — the kind that comes from that hidden place where all your demons are trying to break free.
You’d think something terrible had just happened, but quite the opposite. The singer/songwriter was just listening back to rough mixes of her new record, Take Me to the Disco (300 Entertainment), when a profound realization swept over her. “When I first wrote some of these new songs, I thought I knew what I was writing about. A lot had to do with a breakup.”
“Listening back to some of these songs made me realize what I was really writing about… what was underneath it all,” continues Myers, who grew up in a Jehovah’s Witness household before breaking free to pursue music in L.A. at the age of 19. “All of a sudden it all made sense to me and that moment of realization just overwhelmed me with a flood of tears and joy. On the surface, I thought I was writing about love loss but I’ve learned it goes much deeper than that. It’s going back to the child in me that needed to be healed. I’ve always written from a true place, but in getting to know myself better, I’m now writing from an even deeper level of honesty.”