Deeply driven to be an artist, Carlile’s life-long love affair with performing began when her musician mother brought her out onstage at the Northwest’s version of the Grand Ole Opry. Carlile sang Roseanne Cash’s “Tennessee Flat-Top Box.” She was 8.

During those years, Carlile taught herself to sing. “I locked myself in my room when no one was home to see how loud and high I could sing, and how long I could hold a note,” she says. “I’m sure it sounded like mating season, but I knew that’s what it would take to develop a big, powerful voice.” She also figured out how to play the piano (“I wanted to be like Elton John,”) and eventually guitar at age 17.

From then on, Carlile performed everywhere she could. She even took a job as a back-up singer for a local Elvis impersonator, an experience she credits with teaching her how to layer vocals and sing harmonies. A few years later, Carlile began to book herself and her band ( Seattle natives and twin brothers Tim and Phil Hanseroth) at restaurants around the city—the local chowder house, a popular sports bar and grill, and at any wedding or birthday party that would hire her, just so she could practice.

“I’ve never had a real job,” she says. “I’ve insisted that I do nothing but play music and not let my head go anywhere else. If that means playing in a smoky bar for three hours, five nights a week, that’s fine. It’s discipline. It teaches you how to grab your audience, no matter who they are.”

Carlile’s determination and work ethic paid off in late 2004 when she signed with Columbia Records, home to several of her favorite artists including Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Jeff Buckley, Leonard Cohen, Janis Joplin, and James Taylor, whom she has shared a stage with. The timeless quality of her debut album for Columbia, Brandi Carlile, is proof of her intention to become a classic artist alongside her labelmates.

The album is a showcase for Carlile’s expressive voice, which can turn from a tough, bluesy growl to a vulnerable, aching falsetto on a dime. The catch in her throat before she launches into those alpine high notes is reminiscent of her idol, country singer Patsy Cline.

“Patsy Cline had a really gutsy, powerful voice,” she says. “I identify with that. I’ve gone through all sorts of vocal phases, from pop to blues to R&B, but no matter what I do, I just can’t get the country & western out of my voice.”

Rather than fight it, Carlile makes good use of the country flavor by juxtaposing it with dark, otherworldly melodies on songs like “Follow” and “Tragedy.” Think of a female Roy Orbison or Radiohead’s Thom Yorke fronting a roots-rock band and you’re not far off. The contrast led Rolling Stone, which named her one of their 10 Artists to Watch in 2005, to declare: “Carlile’s ethereal, melancholy ballads have a spare heartache that reflects her love for old-school country…but she loves new-school mopers like Radiohead and Jeff Buckley just as much.” Indeed, those artists’ influence can be felt on the simple, acoustic strummers “Happy,” “Gone,” and “Tragedy.” Other musical stand-outs include “Throw It All Away” and “Fall Apart Again.”

The ten sublime gems on Brandi Carlile were recorded sporadically throughout 2004 in Seattle, some at Carlile’s home in bucolic Maple Valley, Washington. “I live in a log cabin and the ceilings are really high, so it sounds great,” she says. “We rented a Pro-tools set-up and put it smack in the middle of my living room.” Some of the unadorned production comes courtesy of indie-stalwart producer John Goodmanson, who has worked with Sleater-Kinney and Blonde Redhead, and the rest was driven by Carlile and the twins. “We just went in and played the songs,” she says. “It interrupted my whole world for weeks, but we made some really good music.”