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MUSIC<br />
Nadia Reid and<br />
Ivy Rossiter (a.k.a. Luckless)<br />
Interview<br />
BY BRITTANY MANN<br />
PHOTOGRAPHY BY Vanessa GERRIE<br />
Nadia Reid and Ivy Rossiter (a.k.a Luckless) recently performed at the i<strong>co</strong>nic and allegedly<br />
haunted Chicks Hotel in Port Chalmers as part of their Ballads and Badlands national tour.<br />
Brittany Mann went along for the whiskey and good times.<br />
The girls<br />
Ballads and Badlands is Nadia Reid and<br />
Ivy Rossiter’s first major <strong>co</strong>llaboration.<br />
Described by Reid as an exercise in “abrasive<br />
folk,” the Badlands tour was <strong>co</strong>nceived of at the<br />
beginning of 2013 but was only put into motion<br />
a <strong>co</strong>uple of months ago. “What we’re doing – it’s<br />
not overly lighthearted,” says Rossiter. “It’s not<br />
flossy and pretty, necessarily – it’s got some<br />
kind of substance to it. The idea of travelling<br />
through the badlands … it can be real badlands,<br />
like a desert road or the Linders Pass, or it can<br />
also be the badlands of your soul.”<br />
For Reid and Rossiter, life on the road is a<br />
something of a “suspension of reality.” Rossiter<br />
explains: “In real life, there’s all of these very<br />
<strong>co</strong>mplicated problems that need solving all the<br />
time. But when you’re on tour, everything is<br />
<strong>co</strong>mpletely immediate and you get to do what<br />
you love doing every day.” The girls’ appreciation<br />
for their rapidly-expanding fanbase is deep.<br />
“That people would actually show up to see us<br />
play is totally insane,” says Rossiter. “They’ve got<br />
fireplaces and cats and kitchens and books and<br />
all of these other things <strong>co</strong>mpeting for their attention<br />
and yet, they <strong>co</strong>me out and they see us.”<br />
Reid and Rossiter have been playing live shows<br />
since they were in their mid-teens and early<br />
twenties, respectively, and have each released an<br />
EP (Letters I Wrote and Never Sent and Luckless).<br />
Reid is about to drop her se<strong>co</strong>nd re<strong>co</strong>rd. “I’m<br />
definitely feeling like I’m starting to find my<br />
groove in the last year or so,” she says. “I’m really<br />
excited about [the EP]. I totally have a clear idea<br />
of what I want and where I want to go.”<br />
The girls first met through mutual, musically<br />
minded friends in Auckland; Reid has been<br />
based there since late 2010, whilst Rossiter has<br />
recently escaped to be<strong>co</strong>me a “musical nomad”<br />
on tour for the foreseeable future. While both<br />
artists tend towards “introspective music with<br />
a slightly darker side to it,” the girls’ musical<br />
styles differ markedly, occasioning a curiously<br />
arresting crossover of genres that, ac<strong>co</strong>rding to<br />
Reid, is “a good point of difference for this tour.”<br />
The Chicks show was the girls’ fourth on their<br />
<strong>15</strong>-venue national tour. “Once we did it last<br />
night, we knew we <strong>co</strong>uld do it,” said Reid,<br />
originally from Port Chalmers. “I like <strong>co</strong>ming<br />
back to Chicks because I like seeing familiar<br />
faces, bringing some new songs and some new<br />
vibes. Every time I <strong>co</strong>me here, I feel like it’s a<br />
real stepping-stone. Tonight, it’s on different<br />
grounds – we’ve never done this before.”<br />
The gig<br />
Dunedin local Bill Morris, whom Luckless first<br />
met on the Interislander, opened the gig,<br />
which transpired to be more a troika of sets than<br />
a true <strong>co</strong>llaborative effort. Morris ac<strong>co</strong>mpanied<br />
himself on both the guitar and the harmonica<br />
and, ac<strong>co</strong>rding to a friend I had taken along,<br />
“clearly had a lot of feelings.” A bluesy, Kiwi<br />
Bruce Springsteen in lyrics if not style, Morris endearingly<br />
laboured under the misapprehension<br />
that experience equals wisdom for the entirety<br />
of his set. Singing passionately of working-class<br />
melancholia, Morris had relatable song lyrics<br />
that referenced things like the “Rotovegas<br />
Warehouse car park.” Indeed, my group <strong>co</strong>ncurred<br />
that what Morris lacked in metaphor,<br />
he made up for with raw poignancy. A friend<br />
had the shrewd revelation that, “Give a prole a<br />
harmonica, and you get that guy.”<br />
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