Mark Lowry - The Gaither Vocal Band

The Gaither Vocal Band

I didn't even know Bill Gaither. I don't even know how he got my number. But I'm sure glad he did. He asked me if I would like to join the Gaither Vocal Band. And I knew Bill Gaither discovered Sandi Patti. Bill Gaither discovered Larnelle Harris. Bill Gaither discovered Steve Green. And the list goes on and on. He asked me if I'd like to join the Vocal Band. I said "Does Billy Graham have a quiet time? You bet your sweet bippy!" I didn't tell him that I can't read music – I didn't think that that was the time to bring that up. And I didn't tell him that I had never sung baritone before – I didn't want to bring that up either. But I went and auditioned and he asked me if I would like to join the group. —Mark Lowry, Remotely Controlled

In 1988, Lowry was approached by Bill Gaither and asked to join the Gaither Vocal Band as the baritone. Lowry's career with the Gaither Vocal Band spanned thirteen years during his first stint with the group. During this time Lowry's on-stage antics became popular with audiences. As a result, Lowry became the co-host of the many concerts and shows performed by Gaither and the Vocal Band with Gaither playing the straight man to Lowry's antics.

In June 2001, Lowry resigned from the Gaither Vocal Band after performing longer with the group than any previous member except Bill Gaither himself. After that, Lowry released several solo albums, including I Love to Tell the Story, A Hymns Collection.

On January 14, 2009, it was announced that Lowry would be returning to the Gaither Vocal Band.

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