Maine, to quote The Milkman’s Union, is an anomaly. Geographically, it is about as accessible as a Wolf Eyes album. The winter lasts 8 months or so, but those who make it through get one of the more rewarding and splendid summers around. Shared suffering through the pretty brutal winters knits the community tighter. The result, musically, is a dense population of thoughtful, composed and committed songwriters, some with big aspirations, and others contented in their situation. The Portland, ME music scene has seemingly come out of nowhere, despite all of the challenges against it, to rival scenes twice their size. One of the many achingly under-known artists is The Milkman’s Union, who are the sum of three especially talented musicians. They each are extremely invigorated and humbled by their predecessors, but have an exciting, folk-rooted sound all their own. With the band in town tonight for a show at Kung Fu Necktie, we talked to The Milkman’s Union about the internet making the world smaller, Hegel, and being a rapper trapped in a folk singers body.
The Key: Hey, Where are you?
Henry Jamison: We’re in Cincinnati, we have nothing to do.
TK: Have you had Cincinnati chili?
HJ: We did last night, we had it on hot dogs…….Are we done here?
TK: Do you guys enjoy the weather in Portland?
Peter McLaughlin: There are things about the weather in Portland that are impossible to like. I would say that the changing of the seasons is something I have liked. I don’t like that it can range in temperature by about 45 degrees and have three different types of precipitation in 24 hours. But generally I like the weather as a package deal over the year.
HJ: Well, it gets very dark and I get very sad, but it is probably a good thing for me.
TK: Does the weather affect the music you make?
HJ: Yeah, in that is makes me sad.
PM: Winter is a good time to huddle inside and be creative and morose.
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