Halfway through a thought, Colleen Brown is interrupted by the waitress. “The guys at the front want to know how much your CDs are,” she asks, oblivious to our conversation. Brown sheepishly explains the prices, and the waitress leaves. Brown looks up, her lips puckered in a kind of mischievous meekness. “This wasn’t staged for your benefit, by the way,” she points out, before letting out a throaty giggle.
It would have been the perfect crime. We’re talking, after all, at the Atlantic Trap & Gill, where the rising singer-songwriter still pulls the odd shift, and where regulars and staff greet her like an old friend. But then, Brown hardly seems like the type to pull something so cunning. For starters, her look has all the deviousness of a stuffed animal. Her light brown hair is cut into a bob, that frames her brown, anime eyes and is usually clipped by a bright, plastic barrette. She talks in a kind of baritone lilt, and is prone to smirks and childlike funny faces, though when you touch on a subject close to her heart – like what her music means to her or what she owes to family and friends – she looks almost on the verge of tears, her appreciation still in full bloom.
Even on stage, where she projects a rustic glamour in personally hand-sewn dresses and dangling earrings, she’s refreshingly forthright. She almost babbles with excitement, and is quick with jokes and mocking self-effacement. All of that fits perfectly with her music, which is not so much confessional as it is emotionally raw, powered by her soulful voice and backed by folk- and rock-tinged hooks big enough to fill concert halls. In the smaller clubs she still haunts, her music can be overpowering.
“I’m an open-hearted person, and I wear my heart on my sleeve,” explains Brown, whose 2008 self-released album, Foot in Heart, shadows that sentiment in its title. “If I was a guarded person, I probably could have saved myself a lot of hurt feelings, but then, it’s not who I am. I wouldn’t be true to myself if I was like that.”