Maggie Rogers Archive
Dear listening ears/reading eyes,
For a long time I’ve introduced myself as a banjo player from the Eastern Shore of Maryland. I’m a hiker and an environmentalist. I’m an optimist. I’m loud.
I’m still those things, but I went quiet for a few years. I cut my long hair short. I got a cat named Cat Stevens. I fell in love. I moved to New York, to France, and back.
Inevitably, I found my space in the place between knowing who I was and finding out who I am.
I’m a producer, songwriter, and performer from Brooklyn. I’m an optimist. I’m a feminist. I’m loud when I laugh. I’m freckled. I love my old jeans. I love pink eye-shadow. I cry when I dance sometimes. I feel a lot, maybe too much, but in a song it always seems to be just enough.
The thing about songs is that no matter how far away I go, or how long I stay away, they always seem to find me. And as wild and unpredictable as they are, I’ve learned to trust them. I write to feel and sing ’til I feel a new way.
I love the music most when it makes me feel human. Feet…[read more…]