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<\/a><\/p>\nThe first time Adia Victoria came to New York, she was a ghost. Or at least, she spent her days like one: quiet, invisible, coming and going without a soul who noticed where she\u2019d been. \u201cI need to get to a place where no one would bother me,\u201d she says. \u201cI like to think that I left no imprint on that city.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victoria grew up deep in the American South, at the heart of the Seventh Day Adventist Church. New York was her reset button\u2014and she\u2019s been on the run ever since. There have been stints in Arizona, Georgia, and Paris, but for now, Victoria makes her home in Nashville, together with a trio of swampy, hard-rocking band mates.<\/p>\n
To date, she has released just three singles. They\u2019re also the only<\/i> singles you need to know that this songwriter means business. \u201cStuck in the South,\u201d for example, starts off easy, with a finger-picked melody like summer days \u2014\u00a0and then, Victoria lets you have it, pairing hazy licks with all the anger, as she puts it, of a \u201cswamp cat lady howlin\u2019 at the moon.\u201d Gone is the invisible girl in the big city.\u00a0 This time, Adia Victoria wants you to hear her loud and clear.<\/p>\n
If you\u2019re after a hard copy of her first EP, you\u2019ll have to catch Victoria on tour this spring with the Afropunk collective. Until then, have a listen and read on as we talk Paris, Ray Charles, and wearing ball gowns to the dog park.<\/p>\n