EMA @ Crystal Ballroom a few days before leaving for EU tour.
Sarah's dinner (or what was left of it) discovered by Leif in the Soup Kitchen's basement unisex bathroom.
Erika gets ready for a solo song at L'Olympia.
Sarah in the Black Lodge-esque stage at Silencio.
Erika in the dimly lit lounge at Silencio.
After Rotterdam show, Sarah attacks with pillow.
After Rotterdam show and several bottles of wine, Sarah and Leif figure out how to paint with a lighter.
Me five hours later after having smashed the disco ball in two during our set.
Erika next to various Mozart family graves in Salzburg cemetery.
"Breakfast" on a table in Salzburg. The venue does have a legendary cook with a 20+ year guestbook.
I like the flyer they made for this show. They took this sexy pic of me that I was always a little ambivalent about and turned it upside down and drew some sort of zipper mouth and swear words on it. Greatly improved!
About a year ago, Erika M. Anderson was getting the kind of love music blogs were born to give. On May 9 of last year—one day before the release of her debut album Past Life Martyred Saints—Yahoo published an article announcing that EMA—the name she performs under—was one of the 10 most blogged about artists on Hype Machine that day. It was the, er, hype that record companies could no longer buy, born from insatiable music writers digging the perfect storm of looks, hooks, sound and aesthetic. As EMA, Anderson had it—check 0ut her fever-dream video for “Milkman” as proof—and has been playing shoes steadily since. Back from a recent jaunt around Europe, we asked the rough-hewn folk singer to share some photos of what happens on the road. And she did just that.
