The Artist

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Inger who had a dream. At first, her dream was to be the best guitar player in the whole wide world. Every time she saw a ladybug, she would make a wish, "Please God, let me become the best guitarist in the whole wide world. Thank you." At the age of nine, she began practising on her mom's old Pan acoustic guitar, soon to switch to a new classical guitar. Thereafter, she played hours, days, months and years.

During those years, amongst others, she studied with Claude Reid at l'École de musique Vincent d'Indy, Jean Vallières at the Conservatoire de musique de Montréal as well as with Alvaro Pierri with whom she completed her Bachelor's degree in classic guitar performance at the Université du Québec à Montréal (UQAM) in 1994, performing mostly her own compositions. By this time, Inger was in her twenties. She had also begun teaching guitar at l'École de musique Vincent d'Indy.

But Inger was getting restless. She was tired of dressing in all-black, sitting down in very serious concert settings, allowing only for classical music. She had something more to say. Heck, she needed to stand up and holler at the top of her lungs! After one of her singing lessons with voice teacher, Trisha Pope, and after reading the book, Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, under the same teacher's recommendations, Wild Woman was born.

I used to be a nice girl
I used to be polite
You would have sworn 
That I was made of sugar and spice

All the teachers loved me
When I was in school
I did just what they told me
And I followed all the rules

I used to be a good girl
I used to be afraid
I used to keep my mouth shut
Oh, I was so well behaved

All the parents praised me
They said I was a jewel
They never had to scold me
'Cause I followed all the rules

But now, I'm a wild woman
Yes, I know I am
I'm a wild woman
Catch me, if you can
I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
I see a wild woman
Looking back at me

Now I shout my guts out
Show you how I feel
This ain't now PMS baby
This is for real

I ain't no Cinderella
I ain't no femme fatale
I ain't no sleeping beauty
And I ain't no Barbie doll

"Wild Woman"
Lyrics and music ©1995 Inger Woest / Inger Woest and Christian Morisset

In the years that followed, Inger studied singing and songwriting at Pro Chant, Option-Voix in Montreal and at the École nationale de chanson de Granby. She went on to win prizes in national and international song competitions, write music for television (Radio Canada), do concerts and teach guitar. In 2003 she moved to Bromont, where she produced the Wild Woman album. 
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