It’s a sunny winter day in Harvard Square in Cambridge. The snow may still be piled fifteen feet high and covered with months of sand and salt but after a brutal January this 40 degree day feels like the first day of summer. I even consider taking my winter jacket off. The sun is shining. The snow is melting. It’s a great day for a show.
When I sit down in the early afternoon to talk with Burlington, Vermont-based singer-songwriter, Myra Flynn, this Super Bowl Sunday afternoon, Club Passim is nearly empty. We choose a table near the front and sit down to chat. I’m taken immediately by how focused and self-assured Myra is. She may be a passionate artist but she’s equally passionate about her life, her career and her musical community.
Talk of her early life moves quickly to Vermont, her love of Burlington and her on-again, off-again relationship with the city.
“I was born in Rockford, IL and we moved when I was 5 to Brookfield, VT which is literally in the middle of the woods. I kind of did the leave, come back, leave, come back thing and then came back and it stuck. I’m still there but I’m kind of getting the itch to move on. It’s been 5 years in Burlington and it’s been awesome. I love it there. It’s the coolest city in the world. It’s where I want to have my children someday. But I may be itching for a little bit more right now.”
Recommended for fans of The New Pornographers (or people who wish that Weezer had broken up in the ’90s when they were still writing great music), indie-pop/snyth-rockers 