Producer's Diary: Rosemary Pinecones
People born in Nashville have music inside of them. Even the ones who never considered themselves musicians. Like my friend Kelsey, who records as Super Brava, and Nashville artist/designer, Maddy Underwood. Both of them are on this song.
Back in 2021, Maddy and I had lived in Nashville together for a year. Two-bedroom apartment, nice part of town, but the energy was all wrong. So, at the end of the summer, we moved to New York—Long Island and parts of Upstate, not the city.
“Rosemary Pinecones” came from Hudson.
For readers who might not know, Hudson is where your dandy uncle and his Swiss husband moved their antiques business after Covid decimated foot traffic on the Upper East Side. It’s small-town posh. Natural wine and sophisticated tourists.
On the main street, there’s a record shop filled with music you won’t find on the internet. The owner, on the other hand, is pretty easy to find. Comments from his Yelp account include: “Your [sic] an idiot.. it’s unanimous,” and “Rest in peace”.
In early November, we saw a couple at Kitty’s, a breakfast restaurant by the train. They were in their early 30s, in line for coffee. He was a Brooklynite, and she looked like she came from a line of horse owners. Later’s destination: her friend’s trailer home. Which wasn’t like a trailer home trailer home. It was for millionaires. In Montauk, by The Ranch.
“You know, the art-dealer heir, Max Levai? His compound.”
Brooklyn guy had no idea.
So, what’s the lesson here?
Write with your ears. Songs are out there if you listen close enough.