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 night time. Sheri Miller’s new acoustic launch, “Chelsea Summer time Nights (Acoustic),” is giving all of the retro-romantic, slow-summer-sad-girl vitality — however like, in a spiritually therapeutic manner? I’m obsessed.
In the event 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 title it — and he or she simply dropped this tremendous stripped model of a track she initially wrote years in the past in her residence. Simply her voice, her guitar, and the sort 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 complete 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’re my fact / Chelsea Summer time 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 keep in mind all of your almost-loves, your what-could-have-beens, your summer-night errors you’d make once more.
I really like how uncooked the manufacturing is. It’s not overproduced or attempting to be fashionable — 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 attractive, 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 received over 1,000,000 streams), however this monitor feels prefer it was made only for you. No gatekeeping, no ego — only a girl with a guitar and an entire galaxy of emotions.
In the event you’ve ever walked by the West Village pretending you’re in a film, or seemed out a wet cab window serious about the one which received away, this track is gonna hit so exhausting. It’s gentle, it’s nostalgic, it’s courageous. Like Sheri herself mentioned, “the extra pleasure, the extra we’re free.” Actually? She’s proper.
Put this one in your “late night time driving/crying/glamour melancholy” playlist instantly. Thank me later.
Mindy McCall
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