Chastity Brown’s robustly-rooted songs have an irresistible audible nearness, and a striking candor I imagine many musicians aspire to but rarely achieve. Whether she is backed by drums, harmonica, or saxophone her voice pours over her guitar with a deep honesty inspired by harsh truths she has lived through and studied throughout her young life. Chastity turns truths into beautiful stories we must believe in and listen to carefully; stories of her past echo the solid, happy groove, tinged with tiny bits of sadness, and land a firm grip upon what’s important in life.
I meet Chastity at a south Minneapolis pub on a busy Saturday evening to discuss exactly where she is now with her music, and how she has evolved into the musician she is today, a singer who is one of Minneapolis’ most promising young artists. Chastity moved to Minneapolis five years ago at the age of 22, but she hails from Tennessee, where her stepfather worked at the Goodyear tire plant in Union City, two hours north of Memphis.