“Motel Blues” is the new EP from singer-songwriter/actor Ella Hunt releasing September 12th from Historical Fiction Records. The second in her three part “Triptych” series of EPs, the vignettes present a larger portrait of the foundations of her musical landscape. “Motel Blues” highlights three songs written by Loudon Wainwright III that shaped the songwriter in her formative years. Reflecting on their influence she says, “I still remember the first time I heard [the song] Motel Blues. I was 14, it was the first Loudon song I ever heard. The un-fussy-ness of the lyrics, their humour, clarity and humanity was so striking. I don’t think I’d ever heard such lonely words but I felt so held by the humanity of them.”
On the EP’s title track, Hunt’s vocals are intensely intimate, adorned with sparse piano, shuddering synthesizers, and a delicate vocoder creating a sonic refuge from the sadness in Wainwright’s lyrics. “I relate to a lot of the loneliness in Loudon’s writing — this permanent sense of otherness paired with desire for connection. And though at 14 when I first heard it I’d never experienced being in a motel room alone, the spirit of the writing felt so familiar to me. And now, after a decade of working as an actress, staying in strange towns and many grotty hotels, motels, b&b’s, I wholeheartedly relate to needing a person and their comfort to cut through the sterility and solitude of those lonely places.”
Produced by Thomas Bartlett (Yoko Ono, Florence & the Machine), the sonic world of “Motel Blues” is built around Hunt’s vocals, creating an air of fragility and honesty. Reflecting on the process Hunt recalls, “Thomas actually encouraged me to record the lead vocal lines without any predetermined accompaniment or even click, so that they could feel like my stream of consciousness, free of any kind of meter or predicted emotional arc, so they feel raw to me.”
The effect of this process invites the listener to a private place. The sparse production and deeply felt performances create the feeling of a secret benign whispered in your ear. At the center of the performances are the lyrics and the stories they tell, “Loudon’s lyrics gave me a window into adulthood and into my dad and his first marriage, that had previously felt inaccessible and out of bounds. These covers are my way of honoring Loudon’s impact on me as a person and as a writer.”
motel blues
In this town television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock and roller do?
Ah, the bed’s so big
And the sheets are clean
And your girlfriend said
You were 19
And the styrofoam ice bucket
Is full of ice
Come up to my motel room
Treat me nice
I don’t wanna make no late night New York calls
I don’t wanna stare at them ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically I know you’re young
But when you kissed me in the club
You bit my tongue
I’ll write a song for you
I’ll put it on my new LP
Ah, come up to my motel room
Sleep with me
Oh, there’s a bible in the drawer
Don’t be afraid
I’ll put up a sign
To warn the cleanup maid
Yeah there’s lots of soap
And there’s lots of towels
Never mind them desk clerk scowls
I’ll buy you breakfast
They’ll think you’re my wife
Come up to my motel room
Save my life
Come up to my motel room
Save my life
Motel Blues lyrics by Loudon Wainwright III © Frank Music Corp.
reciprocity
They got drunk last night
At a knockdown, drag out fight
She was determined and he saw it his way
He threw a tantrum and she threw an ashtray
They got drunk last night
How’s this for a “How do you do?”
He’s unfaithful, she’s untrue
They’re their own masters and they’re their own bosses
They reserve the right to employ double crosses
How’s this for a fine “How do you do?”
You’d need a chair and a whip
To control their relationship
Once they were lovers and practically best friends
Now he’s into bondage and she’s into revenge
You’d need a chair and a whip
And if one of them should die
I suppose that the other would cry
There would be tears of sorrow and great grief
Or else there would be tears of release and relief
If one of them should die
Reciprocity by Loudon Wainwright III lyrics © Frank Music Corp.
when you leave
You left for camp
You left for school
Left for the coast when that was cool
Then you left women;
One a wife
To save your skin you wrecked a life
When there’s kids, its not just one life you wreck
You’re on the run
You go to town to start anew
But those you left come after you
Its what you think
Its how you feel
Though who can say if its all real?
The darndest thing is kids grow up
One day some strange adults show up
The ones you left arrive in town
“That’s nice”, you say, “they’ll be around
Perhaps they’re just a bit bereft, but they’ll forgive the one who left”
Sad stories can have happy ends
Perhaps now, you can just be friends
Its what you want
Its how you feel
What’s more, you hope your theory’s real
Who would’ve thought or could believe
Things go so badly when you leave
The skin you save is growing slack
And those you left don’t want you back
Your power’s gone
It was pretend
The wife you left meant more to them
Its not just that they side with her
You left and who knew where you were
The reason that they came to town
Was just to make the place their own
They realized your greatest fear;
You are so close but hardly here
When you leave lyrics by Loudon Wainwright III © Frank Music Corp.
Ella Hunt is an English actress and singer-songwriter. She was nominated for a Scottish BAFTA for her performance in the film Anna and the Apocalypse (2017). On television, she is known for her roles as Ellie Marsden in the ITV comedy-drama Cold Feet, and Sue Gilbert in the Apple TV+ series Dickinson. She released the first installment of her Triptych project in 2021 she describes as a “collage of yearning and grief and love and loneliness”.