Southern Songwriter Julien Baker’s Got a Pocketful of Heartbreaking Guitar Tunes

Photo courtesy of 6131 Records

It felt like church. We stood riveted, reverent, in a dingy concrete room and watched Julien Baker play. The only sounds besides her music were a few kids singing along under their bated breath and the occasional rumble of a passing train.

I’ve watched a lot of people play guitar in a lot of concrete rooms all over Texas. But I had never seen this before: A young queer woman from the South singing about depression, substance abuse and a God that seems something like the one I try to believe in. She stood on the stage at Rubber Gloves in Denton in a camo tee shirt with a giant AFI patch stitched on the front that she inherited from two friends who had worn it their whole respective tours. She put nothing but a Fender Telecaster and a marvelous pedal kit between her and the whole world.

julien wide shot

Baker played one devastating song after another, but we all understood that sad songs are more than what they appear.

“It’s ok, I’m not that sad,” she said, almost an apology. “I mean, I am. But then I wrote these songs and it got better. We made it. We made it!”

Julien Baker’s artistry is about making the best out of nothing — making light out of the darkest times, carving faith out of doubt, building connections with strangers. Her debut album Sprained Ankle came about because she missed her Forrister bandmates back in Memphis and needed to create something.

The outcome is nine songs that tell the mostly true story of a weird, messed up kid who hasn’t given up. In a phone interview, she cites Rilke: “Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”

“Shitty things happened last year and I had to reorganize my life,” Baker said. “And that was the best thing that could have happened.”

She takes inspiration from kids on Tumblr and at shows who tell her that her lyrics about faith and her honesty about her sexuality give them something to relate to. She just has a thing, an inexplicable sparkle that makes her easy to connect to.

“I told my manager, don’t ever give me quantitative data,” she said. “I don’t look at numbers of followers, Soundcloud streams or sales. I hardly even look at the spreadsheets for the tour except to make sure I can fairly compensate the people I need to pay. It’s qualitative data when I get a Facebook message saying ‘your album helped me through a rough time.’”

After her set at Rubber Gloves, she perched on the edge of the stage wrapping up guitar cables while college kids asked her about her plans for South By Southwest, which she would play for the first time the following weekend. This is the surest sign of an up-and-comer — Baker has enough fans that the engagement takes a lot of energy and time, but she still does her own tech. She’s hasn’t totally come to terms with the last year, when she went from an English student at a Tennessee university with nine great songs self-released on Bandcamp to a “phenom,” “artist to watch” and “breakout star” with a successful debut on 6131 records and a growing following fueled by write ups in every major indie music publication in the country, to say nothing of NPR and the New York Times.

But far more than stunned, she’s grateful for the opportunity to reach people with her work. She feared at first that her family, teachers and bandmates would discourage her from pursuing life as a solo musician. Instead, she was met with universal encouragement.

“Music seemed like a pipe dream and now suddenly it’s not, and it makes me motivated to throw everything I have toward that goal. There are six billion people on this earth and I don’t know why I get a microphone. All I can do is use it for the best ends I can.”

She’s put school on the backburner for at least the rest of the year so she can tour and record new music. She grew up on punk, coming into her own at a sober punk space in Memphis called Smith7 and always knowing she had to shred harder than any of the boys to be respected. At age 20, she has crafted a guitar style that somehow summons both Elliott Smith and Bikini Kill in its earnestness and heartbreak. It’s not that strange a combo, really. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Crying is so punk.

julien screaming

Amidst touring, Baker is working on new music and trying not to get ahead of herself in the face of something like fame. About her longterm goals, Baker keeps it simple: “I have no personal aspirations — not that I’m ungrateful.”

In fact, unending gratitude fueled by her faith seems to be the most constant element of her life. She calls her socially engaged and inclusive church in Murfreesboro the “Island of Misfit Queers” and downloads sermons from different church leaders to listen to on the road. Even as most things are in flux, her faith remains her cornerstone, on and off tour. Her queer identity is not a flipside of that faith; rather, the two are seamlessly integrated. She tried for a while to date boys, but eventually came to a realization that many people in our community have: “I can’t do this or I’ll die.”

“If I’m going to take it as a postulate that a higher power exists, do I think He hates me? I started reading tons of books, I read Wesley and Kierkegaard because I was hungry for more knowledge about the nature of Christ and to know if the thing that made me hates me. The only thing God has to say to man is that He loves us.”

Over time, she discerned that her faith and sexuality weren’t so contradictory after all. She sees Tennessee and the South as home, in spite of and perhaps because of all its detractors. The South needs kind people to make loud noises on its behalf, so don’t expect Baker to move to Seattle or Brooklyn anytime soon. All these elements of her life —queerness, faith, Southern roots and music — look like part of a larger plan. The people she is able to reach with her music now have changed the way she views her past trauma.

“I used to pray that I would wake up straight so God would love me,” Baker said. “But now I hear from these kids who are Christian and queer and I realize that’s why I couldn’t have it easy. There’s something beyond the suffering of feeling alienated. It’s like, I have a chance to be the physical embodiment of love to other people, and that’s your only responsibility as a human.”

Baker played some new songs at Rubber Gloves, and in one she sang about “humiliating grace.” I think it’s that feeling that we can’t conceivably deserve what we have so it’s hard to know what to do when we get it.

The answer, it seems, is to sing loud and give love.

Audrey is a writer, a Texan and a sometimes-heretical Presbyterian. They write about bisexuality, gender, religion, politics, music and a whole lot of feelings at Autostraddle and wherever fine words are sold. They have a dog named after Alison Bechdel. Follow Audrey on Twitter @audreywhitetx.

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18 Comments

  1. Sad songs forever!

    (The article said she went to a small school, but didn’t she go to MTSU? That’s actually the biggest university in the state and has a bigass music production program, kind of like the Berklee of the south. Anyhow, her playing and writing are both kickass, cool to see she’s finding success!)

    • We howl because we are wretched.

      Because we are the dragon with fire under our skin. It burns and hurts, but at the same time it is a part of us. Princesses are a delicate symbol of power and power here is remembered in the truth of blood, sweat taken and bitter tears like no where else in this young nation.
      If there is princess within this dragon she is like cane, corn, cotton, nails, shells, swollen rivers and summer storms from the coast. Can nurture, build and be beautiful but with the same hand slice, drown and destroy without mercy because greed destroyed the protections the wetlands gave us.

      ….I don’t know what happened there but everything turns into a powerful few fucking it up for the rest of us and letting them do it for their scraps because there’s nothing else sorta rant with me and Southern things.

  2. !!!!!!! A friend of mine posted one of her videos on her Facebook a few months agao and I viewed it and was overcome with all the emotions. all. of. them. I didn’t write her name down at the time because I am silly SOOOOOOOOO… thank you Audrey I was just thinking, gosh darn it past Nikki why didn’t you write her name down.

  3. This is so crazy that you posted this today! I have been listening to her on repeat all day (on and off for the past few weeks too!) and was reading up on her and found this! Love it and love her.. fits perfect with the rainy Boston weather this week.

  4. i came by this article by way of reading up on lucy dacus, who had this to say about baker in an NPR music article from september: ” “It’s great,” she gushes upon mention of Baker’s name. “She’s 20, I’m 21. We were both raised Christian. She’s a lesbian, I’m kind of queer and we just have so many of the same backstory situations. Being from Southern cities, having the same kind of interest for humans and ideas about why anyone would ever make art — it’s one of those things where you expect to talk for two hours and then you talk for twelve.”

    The two are now close enough to have a secret handshake, a double-eagle pose that has them standing at each other’s sides and spinning around in a circle with their “wings” raised.”

    in getting to know lucy dacus’ music, cannot wait to also get to know julien baker’s.

  5. it frustrates me to no end that this article barely (BARELY) touches on her sobriety. that is such a key part of her. “she came into her own in a sober space”–she came into her own in her sobriety!

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