It is difficult, Dear Reader, to stay inside and listen to music (much less blog about it) when you are a young buck and it is springtime in New York (as my friends know, I don’t really do mp3 players.)
While there are many ignoble uses for the Internet (I am sure you can think of a few that are best kept to yourself), it gives artists a voice who might not otherwise gain exposure.
And what a voice does Emma Hill have. Based in Alaska, the lower 48 might have remained ignorant of Ms. Hill were it not for Al Gore’s fortuitous invention. And it’s a good thing, too. Emma Hill has every right to sing from the mountaintops and be heard by every American. In truth, she owes it to us. Her talent should not be confined to the Northern reaches of our Continent.
Sorry. I’ve also been reading a lot of 18th-century stuff when I’m not outside sunning myself. I’ll stop now.
Anyway, you should listen to this. It’s not just that Hill has a great voice. Her songwriting is incisive and raw. Just because it’s an upbeat folk tune doesn’t mean Hill won’t twist a knife through your heart before she’s through.
Emma Hill is a songwriter who deserves your attention and your dinero. Enjoy.