THE GUARDIAN: Weekender: Valerie June, singer, 30
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THE GUARDIAN: Weekender: Valerie June, singer, 30

THE GUARDIAN: Weekender: Valerie June, singer, 30

I am a boring loner. I enjoy Friday nights at home in my rocking chair with no arms, rocking and relaxing. It’s not uncommon for Netflix to be involved. Records are a possibility, but most of it is spent in silence. The phone rarely rings. Nobody knocks on the door. I might run a long bath with herbs, oils and salt. I will stay in the bath until I look like a prune and then fall into my soft, cloud-like bed to sleep like a baby.

It’s different if I’m in Memphis. Then I’ll round up some buddies and hit this juke joint called Wild Bill’s at about 1am. It’s a tight, small and sweaty venue where all ages, colours and kinds go to hear the best blues music in town.

Saturdays are set for antique shops. Williamsburg in Brooklyn has some good ones. I get in there and start meddling around with dusty boxes and rickety, worn-in stuff. I like it when I find something with someone else’s name on it. It’s a mighty rush if it’s in their handwriting.

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