Okay besties, let’s discuss a track that hit me like a classic Polaroid dipped in honey and left me really crying on my fireplace escape final evening. Sheri Miller’s new acoustic launch, “Chelsea Summer season Nights (Acoustic),” is giving all of the retro-romantic, slow-summer-sad-girl power — however like, in a spiritually therapeutic approach? I’m obsessed.
In case you don’t know Sheri Miller but (you’ll), she’s this dreamy NYC singer-songwriter who’s labored with literal music royalty — Steve Cropper, Paul Shaffer, you identify it — and she or he simply dropped this tremendous stripped model of a track she initially wrote years in the past in her house. Simply her voice, her guitar, and the form of lyrics that really feel like they’ve been handwritten within the margins of a love letter.
From the very first line — “I’ll meet you down in New York Metropolis / By the ghosts of the Chelsea Lodge” — you’re transported. Not simply to New York, however to this entire cinematic, candlelit world the place artwork and love and longing are tangled collectively like fairy lights. It’s giving Leonard Cohen meets Phoebe Bridgers in a time machine.
“Time marches on / However you might be my fact / Chelsea Summer season Nights / I’m not afraid to die,” she croons within the refrain. BABE. That’s not simply poetic, that’s tattoo-worthy. There’s one thing so everlasting in the best way she sings it — like this particular person, this reminiscence, this second is frozen in amber. And it makes you bear in mind all of your almost-loves, your what-could-have-beens, your summer-night errors you’d make over again.
I really like how uncooked the manufacturing is. It’s not overproduced or attempting to be stylish — it’s sincere. You possibly can hear her fingers on the strings. Her voice isn’t filtered, it’s felt. And the background vocals? Refined however beautiful, like little angel wings holding up the melody.
What makes Sheri stand out, although, is that she’s clearly writing from the soul. Her music bio is stuffed with spectacular stuff (she’s been featured on PBS, carried out earlier than Girl Gaga and Norah Jones, and her final EP bought over 1,000,000 streams), however this monitor feels prefer it was made only for you. No gatekeeping, no ego — only a lady with a guitar and a complete galaxy of emotions.
In case you’ve ever walked by way of the West Village pretending you’re in a film, or regarded out a wet cab window eager about the one which bought away, this track is gonna hit so onerous. It’s gentle, it’s nostalgic, it’s courageous. Like Sheri herself stated, “the extra pleasure, the extra we’re free.” Actually? She’s proper.
Put this one in your “late evening driving/crying/glamour melancholy” playlist instantly. Thank me later.
Mindy McCall
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