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Emma Hill takes Denali on the road

12/3/2014

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It was easy to fall under the subtle charm and seductive lure of Denali, the enchanting new release from Emma Hill. Its great northwest sensibilities, its tales of people real and imagined, and its independent spirit felt like a piece of history I wish I had lived. I wanted to climb the peaks, pan for gold, do battle with the environment and carve out my own space in the wild. The Alaska of Emma Hill’s upbringing has its own truth, and Emma takes us across the landscape in search of it. Seeing her perform these songs live was to have her as your personal guide. Emma, live, is a revelation.

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It was to be a night of firsts for me: the first time seeing Emma, and the first time experiencing the intimate setting of the house concert scene. It has been many years since I sat in a living room where the guitar, amongst other things, was being passed around. I remember fondly the bond of song; the way sharing music lifted the room, and our spirits. On Will the Circle Be Unbroken, vol.2, Emmylou Harris spoke about the recording sessions, noting that often in the process of producing records the idea of making music organically was obscured. “We lost the living room,” she said. Emma Hill never left it.

Hill is a professional musician, an artist who makes her livelihood specifically touring the house concert network that is growing across the country. About a week before the show I read an excellent article on NoDepression.com about the burgeoning house concert circuit that convinced me I want to get involved. Going to Emma Hill’s DC gig only strengthened that desire. The show took place in a gorgeous condo on 15th street NW, in the nation’s capitol.  Finding it was a bit tricky, but what awaited me was more than worth the effort.

A young man opened the door and confirmed that I was at the right place. I walked into the living room and ran right into Emma, who rose from the sofa and extended her hand to greet me. “I’m so glad you could make it,” she said. To my right sat her accompanist, Bryan Daste, a man of many talents, and Emma’s musical co-conspirator. I was able to speak with both of them for a few minutes, and found them warm, engaging, and remarkably down to earth. Within moments I was introduced to a half dozen friendly souls, including the hosts of the concert. Over the next half hour several more people trickled in from the cold, found their way to a glass of wine and a cushy seat. Then the show began.

Emma invited the audience to get comfortable, and retrieved her acoustic guitar from the corner. Bryan Daste took his seat at the pedal steel, reached over to pick up his banjo, and the duo launched into “Bright Eyes,” the opening track on Denali. Several things were immediately obvious.  The first was the stunning clarity and purity of Emma’s voice. The second thing was the sheer strength she projected. Her relaxed body language contrasted the commanding manner in which her vocals filled the room, without the aid of a mic or PA system. Hill approached the songs honestly, without the bag of vocal tricks, of artifice, that the American Idol generation has come to lean on so heavily. Her voice seemed to draw it’s nuance and bravado from the narrative in each song, illustrating the power of words and the courage and fragility of the characters that populate the Alaskan frontier Hill knows so well.

The next set of discoveries involved Bryan Daste. His arrangements on Denali are incredibly intuitive, and the choices he makes underscore his knack for knowing exactly what is needed to best showcase each song. Daste has a light touch, avoiding the temptation to clutter, allowing the tunes to breathe. But his skills don’t stop there; Bryan Daste is an excellent harmony singer. Add to that his selfless work ethic; he does everything to support the artist and nothing to draw undue attention to himself. He faithfully serves the singer and the song, in the process becoming invaluable to both. The list of instruments he employs is lengthy, and the manner in which he wields them is tasteful and understated. His presence, indispensible, adds depth to the live performance of Hill's  material.

Emma Hill leads the audience through a twelve song set that includes eight numbers from the new record. Interspersed with introductions providing some insightful backstory, the listener feels as though they have been the recipient of a confidence, that Hill has shared some part of her soul that needs protection, and the audience is naturally drawn to her, pledging silently to honor the impartation of secret knowledge with personal loyalty. Riding shotgun, on banjo and pedal steel, is Daste, who is as much a part of the success of the evening as he is the loyal friend and evangelist for Hill’s talent and quirky vision.

After opening with “Bright Eyes,” the pair segued into the title track of her 2013 album, “Black and Wretched Blue,” with Daste’s pedal steel caressing the sorrow and regret from the troubled heartbreak lament. This was followed by “Hard Love,” and then “Lioness.” Hill reveals that “Lioness” was written four years ago, as a result of a writing prompt to create a superhero. As mundane as that idea might sound, what emerged from the exercise was a gorgeous portrait of a conflicted woman, not unlike the central character of Luc Besson’s La Femme Nikita. As if that was not enough, Daste added a sweeping accompaniment on his iPhone.

Family history provides the spark for “49er,” a story song Hill penned as an ode to both her father and grandfather, and their attempts at striking gold. The second track from Black and Wretched Blue, the solemn “A Pilot’s Goodbye,” brings home the dangers of the Alaskan frontier, where residents of tiny remote villages depend on daring flyboys to bring them the provisions they need to survive. Hill, known as the Sleetmute Sweetheart, hails from one of those tundra towns, population one hundred. The song celebrates the life of one particular pilot, Hill’s uncle, who died in a crash.

The final selection, “Alaska dear, I’m Coming Home,” is sung a capella, and is a paean to the simple pastoral pleasures of Alaskan life. Hill lets slip that she wrote it in the back of her father’s Cessna, and that seems just about perfect.

After the show Hill and Daste mingle, and sell merch, taking time to speak with audience members. They are spectacularly ordinary, in the good sense. No pretentious airs, no aloof rock star personas. Just working musicians laboring damn hard to support their art. This particular night was show number thirty-one, out of fifty-two concerts to be performed in fifty-eight days. In all, Hill and Daste will drive over 6,500 miles, bringing their unique American vision to living rooms across the country. “My Costco membership gives me a real deal on a rental car,” Emma says.  We talk about the current state of music and where they are headed next. When I ask a question about playing pedal steel, Bryan walks over, sits down, and turns it on. He proceeds to show me how it works, how he shapes chords, how he bends the notes. He takes his time. The thought occurs to me that Emma Hill and Bryan Daste could be anyone’s children, that they are good musicians, and, most of all, good people.


8 Comments
Carmen
12/3/2014 07:49:36 am

I have so say...as someone who found Emma and Bryan by pure chance and befriended her as if by destiny and adore them both more than they will probably ever know...that you captured their essence. For that, I will wipe a tear and share this with as many people as my social media talents are able to touch. Thank you for a most spectacular post.

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JM McSpadden III link
12/3/2014 10:51:08 am

Carmen,
Thank you very much for your kind words. I liked Emma and Bryan very much, and believe in what they are doing. And thank you very much for sharing this blog with as many people as you can. Thank you for helping to get the word out...

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Monica Devine link
12/3/2014 11:37:10 am

Great write-up. I hosted Emma in my home for a concert in Eagle River, Alaska, and one person left the room in tears during A Pilot's Goodbye. She is a master at creating and delivering music with heart.

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Annette Johnson
12/3/2014 11:51:40 am

I saw Bryan's comments to this post while at work, and didn't have time to read the review but shared it knowing it had to a great review. I've had time to read it and am proud for Emma and Bryan. We have had the pleasure of having them for two house concerts and have seen them at several other venues, we love Emma's music, and spirit and I totally agree with your review! Love Emma Hill music!

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Jackie Daste
12/3/2014 12:38:37 pm

Glad you said they could be anyone's children. I'm proud to say that I'm Bryan's mom. I agree that they are not only excellent musicians but also great people. I love them both.

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JM McSpadden III link
12/6/2014 12:59:32 am

Ms. Daste,
I know you must be very proud! Bryan was very easy to speak with and very talented!

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JM McSpadden III link
12/6/2014 01:03:02 am

Annette,
We hope to become house concert hosts in the next years or so. I bet hosting Emma and Bryan was special.

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JM McSpadden III link
12/6/2014 01:04:18 am

Thanks for the nice words. I agree with your assessment of their musical gifts!

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    J.M. McSpadden III is a writer and a roots music enthusiast who believes that every life needs to find its own soundtrack, and every road trip is an opportunity to full tilt boogie. Let's face it, people, a car ain't nothin' but a stereo on wheels. 
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    ​He currently writes for The Flame, and has contributed some fifty articles to Nodepression.com. He also freelances for Richmond's premiere weekly paper, Style Weekly.He is also a contributing editor for Okra Magazine, a great new mag about southern culture.Also look for his contributions to deeprootsmag.org.
    ​He is currently at work on a short story. Death in the desert, the Devil's highway, and all that.

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