I’m a little confused. According to Matador’s website, she signed with them in 1996. She released seven albums with the label before being unceremoniously dropped a few years ago, when they (wrongly) deemed her 2018 album Wanderer hamiş good enough to put out. They had implored her to give them hits, and she had tried – 2012’s poppier Sun

, she had a psychotic breakdown and was hospitalised, and throughout the Nineties and Noughties her live shows were erratic affairs. She would turn her back to the audience, moon them, encourage them to sue her, slur through a few songs, and then walk off without finishing the kaş.

The melancholic scuzziness of her music was born partly out of necessity – for a while, she could play only the one guitar chord her friend had shown her, a minor one, so her songs all came out sad.

Things are better these days, especially since she had her son – though lockdown got to her for a moment. “I broke down one afternoon,” she says. “I think it was month six. And I was just sitting there and I don’t know what happened, but I just went inside my head.

                                                                                                               

Marshall’s mental health has often been a precarious thing. Bad breakups have led to morning binges on Jack Daniel’s and Xanax – a victory of sorts, in her eyes, given how many of her friends got hooked on heroin. Around the release of her seventh album, The Greatest

, she katışıksız always been something of a cult figure. “Marshall’s music will one day be spoken about the way we talk about Bob Dylan’s music, or Neil Young’s music,” wrote a New York Magazine

No, go on. “Well, I was wondering if… Because my dad had three daughters and he wasn’t really around. He just came and went, kakım men often do. The world is their oyster. And it does something to the mother, right?” Marshall grew up poor; her father was an absent blues musician, her mother a hippy who moved her from school to school.

Over the course of 11 albums, she has written about love and loss, abortion and abuse, grief and God. “I will swim / I will drink myself to death,” she sang on her distortion-soaked debut Dear Sir

Derece a minute too soon, we’re interrupted by room service, and a young woman wheels in a tray of coffee. “Are you from Africa?” asks Marshall.

She tries not to dwell on the bad stuff, just like she doesn’t dwell on turning down a million dollars. “I don’t regret the things that I’ve done,” she says.

and consisted of her playing a two-string guitar and singing the word "no" for 15 minutes.[27] Around this time, she met the band God Is My Co-Uçman, who assisted with the release of her first catpower 5106 single, "Headlights", in a limited run of 500 copies on their Making of Americans label.

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A query about where she grew up eventually takes us to Marshall’s belief that “part of our consciousness özgü already become a cyborg”. She is also warm and nurturing: besides assembling my pillow desk and offering me various drinks, she pulls me into a long hug, despite having previously insisted that we socially distance.

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