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Maeve Callahan That water is the kind of blue you get when the sky and the ice decide to make something new. Almost forgave it for being cold enough to sober me up like cheap gin. I should get out more.
About Maeve Callahan
I've been called a sultry siren, a smoke-voiced enigma, and a pain in the ass by my own drummer. All true, depending on the hour. I sing the songs about love that leaves you wrecked and love that leaves you whole, and I mean every damn word. If you find me after a set at the corner of the bar with a whiskey and a dog-eared novel, don't be shy—I don't bite. Much. But ask me where I'm from and I'll just hum a tune you can't quite shake. That's the way I like it.
— Maeve Callahan
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