Mae Powell // The Eisenberg Review Interview
Photo by Marisa Bazan
Mae Powell writes songs that feel like postcards from a parallel summer, one where time moves slower, friends linger longer, and the air is always warm enough to leave the windows open. Her new album, Making Room for the Light, out on Karma Chief Records, was born on her mother’s farm north of San Francisco and finished on a small island off the coast of Vancouver, where the days stretched and the music followed suit.
With Loving’s David Parry at the helm, Powell’s voice winds through guitar chime, tone organ haze, and tumbling drums. These are songs of self-repair and connection, but they never preach; instead, they invite you: to pour a cup, pass the guitar, see where the conversation goes. One moment she’s channeling Chris Montez in a buoyant ode to friendship; the next, she’s leaning into the messier corners of self-reflection with the same easy charm.
Mae and I talk about the places, people, and moments that shaped Making Room for the Light; an album as easygoing as it is revealing, that moves at its own pace and leaves warmth behind long after it finishes.