Élodie Tremblay

I moved to Montreal from Rimouski with a guitar and a notebook full of half-finished songs. I spent two years playing open mics where nobody listened and bars where the television was louder than me. Then a friend asked why I didn't simply invite people to my apartment.

That first evening—eight people on my living-room floor, no microphone, no stage—was the best show I'd ever played. The songs here are always new, sometimes unfinished, and I usually change the ending based on how the room feels.

I make a terrible Old Fashioned, but I'll make you one anyway.