Sydney musician and all round lovely human being, Erin Marshall, talks to us about her music, her home city and how David Bowie’s tights really scared the heck out of her when she was a kid. Read on:

I would describe my sound as temporary. Undecided. Simple. It hasn’t settled anywhere yet. Some would say acoustic and folky, but I think it’s only been that way based upon limitations. It’s always honest, but even when it is deep, it’s easy as a ball of string to unravel. It isn’t polished. It’s full of flaws, but happy being what it is. I feel best when my hair is unbrushed, my jeans are ripped, and my feet are bare. I hope that is represented by my music. I prefer a mixed entree to a featured meal. There is so much music to be written and explored that it would be rude of me to limit myself to one style. I think I’d be ripping myself off. And stunting my growth. I’m short enough as it is.

I take inspiration from people. People that walk down the street unashamedly talking to themselves. They don’t give a shit and it’s great. It inspires me to say, or write, whatever I want. That makes me happy.
People I don’t know that say hello or good morning.
The elderly; they know so much more than we give them credit for.
People that have drive and motivation, that make sacrifices for their love. It’s something I need to work on.
People: they are everything. Why else do we do what we do?

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