29/09/2020

The country-folk singer couldn’t bear to listen to the songs she’d written about her break-up but, she tells Alexandra Pollard, ‘they were really me in that moment’. She talks about mental illness, inherited trauma and why folk is the original punk rock

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When Courtney Marie Andrews nine-year relationship ended, a few hours into 2019, the American musician got busy being heartbroken. She drove to the Smoky Mountains just to drive back. She danced with a Portuguese boxer and cried on his shoulder in a Fado cafe. She read Mary Oliver poetry. She didnt listen to music it hurt too much but she did write it. And she was repulsed by every song she came out with.
I was just so disgusted with the way I felt that I couldnt listen back to them, says the 29-year-old, speaking over the phone from Nashville, Tennessee. I was embarrassed to play them for people. I was embarrassed by my vulnerability. Maybe I didnt like who I was in those songs. But the thing is that they were really me in that moment.
Every one of those songs made it on to Andrews new album, Old Flowers, a rich country-folk record full of catharsis and contradiction. Written alone late at night in Arizona, Lisbon, Nashville and London it feels designed to be listened to that way, too.
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Loneliness and longing crop up a lot. I feel like those are always subjects I find myself coming back to, says Andrews. Since well before her 2016 breakthrough album Honest Life, she has wrestled with existential restlessness, her Americana-tinged guitar ballads warm but world-weary, and imbued with such specificity of time, place and emotion that you might as well be there with her: in the dive bar as the jukebox plays a sad country song for all the ugly Americans (How Quickly Your Heart Mends, from Honest Life); in the diner in Ohio where shes sitting alone just waiting for the bar to open (Honest Lifes Table for One); or on the wrong side of the tracks in Buffalo, New York, stranded by a blizzard (Two Cold Nights in Buffalo, from 2018s May Your Kindness Remain).
Andrews has been touring since she was 15, and theres a transience to the music she has produced since eight albums, though thanks to an early fallout with a record label, three of them arent widely available both physically and emotionally. But on Old Flowers, a work of brutal honesty, she has grown direct. Im not your object to break/ You cant hold me like Im yours, she sings on the superb title track, whose instruments are played so firmly its as if even the piano is ridding itself of something. On Together or Alone, which sporadically warps like old vinyl with the help of a Mellotron, she sings, I hope that you find what it is youre looking for/ Im just proud to have loved you, enough to ask for more. Carnival Dream recalls having the same dream as her ex, before she wonders aloud if shell ever love again or if she even should.
I talk a lot about beginning and endings on this record, says Andrews, and I think its because the centre bit is too much to sum up and its also the part thats just for us. She was with her ex for almost her entire twenties, but by the end, it had become a complicated mess too hard to untangle. This record, she says, is one long letter to him though shes not sure if this album will give the relationship the ending it deserves. I dont know if anything ever could.
She was particularly ashamed, she says, of Guilty, a song in which she falls in love with someone new before shes ready for the emotional responsibility. I know Id hurt you too/ Get bored, find someone new/ I cannot give my love to you, when I am guilty. If it seems like shes laying a lot at her own feet, she sees that as a good thing. Better than the alternative, at least, which she facetiously embraces on the steel-guitar country ballad It Must Be Someone Elses Fault. No, I cannot be to blame for the story of this pain/ Oh, it must be someone elses fault, she sings, before adding, Feels like Ive gone crazy/ Like the women in my family usually do.
I have a lot of mental illness in my family, says Andrews of that line. When I wrote it, it felt so true that I couldnt believe I hadnt had it in a song already. Before Andrews was born, her grandmother died by suicide. I feel like if somebody would have just told her that youre OK despite your weaknesses, and if there was a use in blaming yourself and a comfort in that, then maybe things would have been different. Women are often made to be the victims, but its just about owning our own strengths and also owning our own weaknesses.
She is a believer in inherited trauma that the pain of our ancestors, even the ones we never met, is passed down to us. I always have this strange feeling that I know my grandmother, she says, and that I feel so much of her pain without even having said hello.
Andrews was raised by her mother in Phoenix, Arizona, a sprawling metropolitan city with a backdrop of red, dusty mountains though to the teenage Andrews, it felt more like a big dirt pit in the middle of nowhere. When she was a young, DIY musician, Phoenix was the last place she wanted to be. The deserts sort of like an island and I felt like I needed to get out. At high school, she was an outsider until she met a group of girls who were kindred spirits when she was 14, and formed a feminist punk band called Massacre in a Miniskirt. The riot grrrl band Bikini Kill were a big inspiration. I just loved that they had no fear. It was all about expressing yourself as a woman.
Courtney Marie Andrews at Torontos Opera House in 2019 (Rex)
Eventually, she picked up an acoustic guitar and drifted away from that punk sound, leaving home at the age of 16 to go busking across America, releasing a handful of self-produced independent albums as well as singing backup for the American rock band Jimmy Eat World (and for about 40 other bands besides). Still, that punk ethos remained. I realised how punk folk is in its own way, she says. Woody Guthrie is, like, the OG punk. I think that ethos carried on into how I treat my art that go for it attitude, and not needing a whole lot of fluff to cover up whats really important, and thats the music.
A few years ago, Andrews told an interviewer that as a woman, shed had to work twice as hard, just to prove people wrong. Does she feel like shes done that? I think Ive come to this place where I dont feel the need to prove anything to anyone except for myself, she says. Its more about trying to prove my new creative self to my old creative self. Can I make this better? Can I get closer to the truth by writing today?
Andrews has clung to music like a life raft. In the dying days of her relationship, she shut herself off from the things and people she loved. I just stopped connecting with people and put walls up and became very guarded and let a lot of friendships go, she says. I built a wall so big that nobody could break it down. But she never stopped writing songs. Music is something that nobody can ever take away. Its always been my security blanket. I would never be fooled into letting that go.
Old Flowers is out now