When Emma Hill sings with her never-ending smile, “I’ll never be the keeper, I’m a temporary heart pleaser, I’m temporary” she pulls at the sweet impermanence of love, or rather, the sugary taste of infatuation that rises and falls whether we want it to or not. But we go with it, even when we know it’s not gonna last forever, because it’s the expiration that makes it so sweet. As her friend pulls her hair from her face, we get a sense of the tenderness as he carries her choruses with cradling harmonies. Enough to make you wonder if there is more than a little heart pleasin’ going on. She seems like a native of Bellwoods, but she's actually from Portland, by way of Alaska. The folk songs themselves are sung with a certain craftsmanship that can appreciate and take from these natural elements, like a modern day Joan Baez. She's perfectly natural, unbothered by a few fly away hairs that dance in front of her eyes, but maybe we could all do better to see a little clearer when it comes to matters of the heart.