October 27, 2014
On some days, if you’re lucky, you get the chance to hear a tune that transports your away from where you are. This phenomenon is one of my favorite things about music. Today I was sent south so a smokey Nashville honky tonk. It’s 1:53am, outside the rain has just stopped, leaving a humid haze over the streets. Inside the last few stragglers are finishing their drinks at the bar; the brave ones are working up the courage to have one more drink before taking their final shot at finding company before the long stumble home. I was taken for a ride, and Emma Swift was behind the wheel.
“I left Australia with two suitcases, three pairs of cowboy boots and enough vinyl to make sure the first piece of furniture I bought when I arrived in Tennessee was a record player. I went in search of songs, in search of kindred spirits, in search of mythical honky-tonks and late-night picking parties. I went with a dream no bigger than to find a place where music might matter as much to the town as it does to me,”
I went with a dream no bigger than to find a place where music might matter as much to the town as it does to me. God damn that’s cool.
This tune sounds like it could be coming out of a dusty record, pressed years ago and almost forgotten. resurrected, seemingly at random, by a casual browser who went home and soaked in the experience. Lucky for us, Emma Swift is a modern day musician, which means you still have the chance to see her live and support her. I’ve already mentioned that she should come play in Milwaukee, I’m sure she would be thrilled if you would head on over to her Facebook page and let her know you’d love her to play your town too. Who knows, maybe she will.