Brandi Carlile, Larger Than Life and Achingly Human


The quarantine and isolation of 2020 didn’t subdue Brandi Carlile. Just the opposite. Her seventh album, “In These Silent Days,” braves the extremes of Carlile’s songwriting. She empathizes, apologizes and lays out accusations. She’s righteous and she’s self-doubting. She proffers fond lullabies and she unleashes full-throated screams. The album reaffirms her ambitions and polishes them, too.

The music Carlile makes with her songwriting partners and bandmates, Tim and Phil Hanseroth (on bass and guitar), harks back to the handmade sounds of 1970s rock. Songs on “In These Silent Days” pay clear tribute to Joni Mitchell (“You and Me on the Rock”) and the Who (“Broken Horses”). Yet Carlile is unmistakably a 21st-century figure: a gay married mother of two daughters who bypassed the country-music establishment to reach her own fervent audience.

From the beginning — Carlile released her debut album, “Brandi Carlile,” in 2005 — her gifts have been obvious. She writes melodies that gather drama as they unfold, carrying lyrics filled with compassion, close observation and sometimes heroic metaphors. Her voice can be limpid and confiding or fiercely torn as she strategically reveals its startling range. As early as 2007, with the title song of her second album, “The Story,” Carlile proved she could sound confessional while belting to the rafters. There was no denying her emotional power, even though at times, on her early albums, it shaded into melodrama.

“In These Silent Days” follows through on the long-deserved recognition that Carlile found with her 2018 album, “By the Way, I Forgive You,” and its flagship single, “The Joke,” a grandly crescendoing ballad that tells sensitive misfits that their time will come. It was nominated for the Grammy for song of the year in 2019, and Carlile’s showstopping prime-time performance introduced her to a new swath of fans.

Brandi Carlile wants to be Soundgarden’s new vocalist


Singer-songwriter Brandi Carlile has offered her services to the surviving members of Soundgarden, saying that she “would make the time” to tour with the band.

Born in Ravensdale, Washington, a rural town south of Seattle, Carlile has made no secret of her love for grunge, and has previously recorded a two track EP, A Rooster Says, covering Soundgarden’s Black Hole Sun and Searching With My Good Eye Closed, with the surviving members of the band, guitarist Kim Thayil, bassist Ben Shepherd and drummer Matt Cameron, having first performed with the trio at the I Am The Highway: A Tribute To Chris Cornell concert in Los Angeles in 2019.

A Rooster Says was released on September 26, 2020 as part of last year’s Record Store Days celebrations.

At the time of the EP’s release, both Matt Cameron and Kim Thayil sang Carlile’s praises, and suggested that they could be open to further collaborations with the singer.

“We felt honoured that she asked us to take part in her Record Store Day project,” Cameron told Rolling Stone. “We had a blast. I think most people assume the three of us over and done with since Chris passed away, but that’s not the case. It’s nice to know that people still want to hear us play together.”

During Carlile’s August 14 performance at the The Gorge Amphitheatre in Washington state, she was joined onstage by Cameron, Thayil and Shepherd for powerful performances of Black Hole Sun and Searching with My Good Eye Closed.

In the latest episode of the Rolling Stone Music Now podcast, Carlile put herself forward as a candidate to front the band in tandem with her own successful career.

“I am such a Chris Cornell fan,” she states. “I loved him so much. I was so devastated when he left us.”

In 2019, Kim Thayil revealed his hopes that he, Cameron and Shepherd would have the opportunity to complete work on the last demos they recorded with Chris Cornell.

“It was demos,” the guitarist said, “but the demo quality was pretty good, because both Chris and Matt Cameron had become very interested in their home recording technique, so they might demo a song, and then Ben Shepherd and I would add our guitars or bass.”

Just your average 40-year-old, gay, married, memoir-publishing, Joni-befriending rock star


Brandi Carlile’s wife calls it “making a rod for your own back.”

That’s when the acclaimed folk-rock singer writes a song with a big, showy vocal turn built into it — an everybody-look-at-me moment when her accompaniment drops away and she lets her voice rip in all its husky, quavering, scratchy-edged glory.

“She’s like, ‘You know you just created a problem for yourself,’” Carlile says, translating for the British-born Catherine Shepherd, whom she married in 2012 and with whom she shares two daughters ages 7 and 3. “And of course she’s right. It’s not a great habit to get into.”

To be clear, Carlile, 40, loves these moments in her music; she’s all about the theatrics and the “athleticism,” as she puts it, of a tune like “The Story,” her breakout single from 2007 that gathers to a shattering grunge-soul climax. But she realizes that such a display establishes an expectation among audiences that she‘ll be able to do it live — to deliver the type of fireworks she grew up expecting from Celine Dion and Whitney Houston, whose florid vocal run from an awards-show rendition of “I Have Nothing” she can still quote note for note.

“It’s my Achilles’ heel,” she says of her voice. “If anything’s wrong with it, I feel so emotionally unstable. And I’m well aware of the fact that I’m getting older.” She laughs. “But I just keep creating these problems.”


Indeed she does. In 2019, Carlile brought her song “The Joke” to the Grammys for a show-stopping performance that seemed to transform her instantly — after nearly two decades of practice — into a star. (She remembers Post Malone high-fiving her backstage.) Soon she was palling around with the likes of Elton John and Joni Mitchell, whose album “Blue” she covered in its entirety at Walt Disney Concert Hall; she formed a country supergroup, the Highwomen, and wrote a bestselling memoir, “Broken Horses,” tracing her sometimes-painful journey as a churchgoing gay kid out of the wilds of rural Washington state.

Now she’s back with a new album, “In These Silent Days,” that opens with yet another stunner: a sweeping piano ballad called “Right on Time,” in which she reaches for a high note, seizes it, then climbs up a few more steps just to ensure she’s tingled every spine in the room. Other cuts ponder marriage, loyalty and religious hypocrisy — the blistering “Sinners, Saints and Fools” was “completely influenced by Black Sabbath,” she says — and offer hard-won parental guidance to her children, as in the harmony-drenched “Stay Gentle.”

“I’m so drawn to the drama within domesticity and motherhood — the juxtaposition of being so free and so confined at the same time,” she says. Carlile recorded the LP, her seventh, with Dave Cobb and Shooter Jennings, the same team that produced 2018’s “By the Way, I Forgive You,” which earned six Grammy nominations (including album, record and song of the year) and won three.

Heartfelt and intimate even when Carlile is aiming her songs toward the rafters, “In These Silent Days” is sure to please the longtime fans who’ve followed the singer since she and her stalwart bandmates, twin brothers Tim and Phil Hanseroth, began working the Seattle club scene in the early 2000s.

Brandi Carlile backstage with bandmates Tim and Phil Hanseroth before performing at the Ohana Festival on Sept. 26. (Allen J. Schaben / Los Angeles Times)

Yet it’s also the first album Carlile has made since she attained the mainstream celebrity she regards with a kind of moral weight. “I see what’s happened to me in my career and in my life as an opportunity for other queer people,” she says over breakfast in West Hollywood. Dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, she’d rolled downstairs to the restaurant at the Sunset Marquis after a late night at Eddie Vedder’s Ohana Festival in Dana Point, where she’d performed her own set then dropped in to do “Better Man” with Pearl Jam.

“It’s important to me to make sure that the door stays open for other people like me to get through it.”


Carlile, who says she began writing the album immediately after finishing her book — “I literally got up from the desk and walked to the piano” — is still getting accustomed to the reality of stardom. The other day she was driving from her home outside Seattle to Mount Vernon, Wash., where she keeps her boat, when “somebody drove by me frantically waving.” At first she thought she had a flat tire. “Then somebody else did it, and it dawned on me: Oh, they recognize me.”

Part of what makes that feel strange is that, thanks to the COVID-19 pandemic, Carlile spent much of the past year and a half sequestered at the sprawling forest compound where she, her wife and their kids live along with Tim and Phil (who’s married to Carlile’s younger sister) and several other “chosen family” members, as she describes them. “For a long time, I wasn’t on,” she says.

Also: 40 is an unusual age to become a pop star. Carlile says she’s talked about this with Bonnie Raitt, who underwent something similar when her 1989 album “Nick of Time” won an armful of Grammys after she’d been toiling for years. “The kind of acknowledgment she was finally getting was the kind she wanted, and that’s how I feel too,” Carlile says. “When I was 22, 23, a moment like the Grammys would’ve come at me and I wouldn’t have known what to do. I would’ve played to tracks and maybe fake-played guitar,” she says, instead of putting on the raw real-time performance that turned so many heads.

To be celebrated for the thing she’s always done — “I don’t want to say it makes me feel vindicated,” Carlile says. “But it makes me feel at peace with some of the rejection I’ve experienced throughout my life, early on, coming out of the closet as a teenager.”

Those around her say fame hasn’t changed Carlile. “Still nothing makes her happier than turning on the grill,” says Tim Hanseroth. Courteney Cox, the actor and former “Friends” star who directed the music video for “Right on Time,” was a fan of Carlile’s music before they struck up a friendship and says the “honesty and authenticity” in her songs is true to life.


“The person I was drawn to is the exact same person that I know now,” Cox says.

What’s interesting about Carlile, who will perform Mitchell’s “Blue” again at New York’s Carnegie Hall on Nov. 6, is how she squares that humility with her natural entertainer’s flair. According to Tim, Carlile has a “light switch” that she flips onstage to access her inner vocal diva. “It’s almost like Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde,” he says. “Even when we were playing these tiny little clubs, she was always huge in her mind.”

Carlile agrees. “When I was 14,” she says, “I was like, ‘There’s no way this won’t happen if I just keep going.’” And now that it has, she’s determined to maintain her position. For a while after the Grammys, Carlile seemed to turn up at every record-industry charity gala or on every music-related TV special you could imagine — singing songs, sure, but shaking hands too.


She wants to understand “being inside the mechanism, seeing how the machine works,” she says. “If I’ve been given a platform, the least I can do is operate functionally within that machine.” It’s an attitude that contrasts with the more hands-off approach taken by peers like Vedder and Sturgill Simpson, who interact with the machine as little as possible.

Carlile says that she and Simpson, who’ve performed together, have “a crazy amount of respect” for each other. “But this is the place where we diverge, and it’s because I’m not coming from a place of the privilege of being [accepted] by the biz.” When Simpson, like Vedder a straight white man, “does that anti-establishment bit, I’m like, ‘Congratulations — the establishment embraces you whether you embrace them or not.’

“When I have those tendencies, I have to ignore them. I don’t get to indulge them. If I take my hands off the wheel for one f— minute, this thing all goes away. If they take their hands off the wheel, they’re on the cover of Rolling Stone.”

For Carlile, the point of her success — beyond the clear enjoyment she takes in standing before a cheering crowd as she nails some flamboyant vocal maneuver — is expanding the idea of what type of person can expect to win. There’s a purity to her ambition that’s only deepened as her horizons have broadened.


“I am pure,” she says, smiling. “And conniving. And agenda-ridden. And totally innocent.”