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breaking MARGO PRICE By Roman Gokhman Photo by Angela Castillo “People need a lit tle sang in the choir at school and church, c h a r a c t e r - b u i l d i n g and performed the national anthem at sometimes,” Margo Price says, and semipro hockey games. She dropped out her debut LP, Midwest Farmer’s Daughter, of Northern Illinois University when she is suffused with it. It’s something of a was twenty to pursue music full time. concept album based on Price’s own life: her family loses their rural Illinois songwriting lineage. Her great uncle, farm after suffering through financial eighty-year-old Bobby Fischer, wrote hardships, by for Conway Twitty, Reba McEntire, managers, she loses one of her twin sons George Jones, and other Nashville shortly after birth, she drinks too much singers throughout the latter twentieth and then goes into a deep depression century. When Price first wrote with that eventually lands her in trouble. Fischer, he didn’t sugarcoat how “There was a dark period where hard she would have to work to be nothing was helping and nothing was successful. She moved to Nashville making me feel better,” she says. “I hit in 2003, met Ivey, and started several a breaking point and part of me was bands, one of which briefly included thinking that maybe I needed to check singer-songwriter Sturgill Simpson. myself into a mental institution. I was The songs on Midwest Farmer’s feeling so depressed and so terrible. And Daughter were written within the then I ended up in jail instead.” past three years, and the album was But when she delivers lines like recorded largely over three late nights “I was fifty-seven dollars from being in February 2015 at Memphis’ famed broke,” or “All I wanna do is make a little Sun Studio without the support of a cash, ’cause I’ve worked all the bad jobs, record label. To cover the costs, Price busting my ass,” Price is not seeking pawned her wedding ring and sold pity. She’s stating her intentions—“I gear, clothes, and a car. “We were doing wanna buy back the farm, and bring my