Emerson Wells

Emerson Wells


The music I write is honest, confessional. Life is like a circus wheel with highs and lows and the music I write reflects that same idea.


Confessional music from the singer/songwriter period in the early 1970's has been the greatest influence on me. The music from that time has more passion, honesty and sensitivity than any other before or after.

Born and raised in Kansas, I lived in a house that was always filled with music. My father played guitar and introduced me to the music of Harry Chapin, Cat Stevens, Fleetwood Mac among others. At a young age, I knew that I wanted to write. Before I could even read or write I would tell a story by drawing pictures.

Once I was in middle school, the adolescent nightmare had began. I was a bit of a monster but only because I was reeling with all these new emotions and didn't know how to express them. Poetry became saving grace for me (and my parents) and I became a full-fledged addict.

Once in high school I realized none of my peers really liked poetry. In fact, none of them really even read. I was horrified. It was then that I realized that music was a way to give my poetry a voice and a sound. I studied many different genres of music, looking for the perfect sound to reflect what I was hearing as I wrote. When I was eighteen my father died from cancer. It was without a doubt the most devastating moment in my life and it took months of grieving for me to heal.

In college everything started coming together. I was discovering much more mature subjects and these subjects found their way into my music. I wanted to see the world and I wanted this world to hear my music.

I dropped out of college and moved to Las Vegas. For almost six months, my life was a total rollercoaster. It had such highs and many, many lows. I had fallen in love, made wonderful friends and was experiencing a whole new world outside of my home. But my relationship fell apart and with that I didn't have a place to live, and not wanting to move home to Kansas, I thought the only thing that made sense was to move to Florida and live with my best friend.

Florida was a nightmare. I couldn't find work, I didn't have any money, and I was always alone. It definitely tested my capacity to handle life's difficult issues, but our friendship was going to fall apart if I continued living there.

I moved home to Kansas and over the next year experienced the most difficult time of my life. I wanted to be a voice for my generation but felt completely mute and defeated after my travels. I fell in love again however not reciprocated. My last love and I were still in contact and I found myself regretting my move and felt lost in every way. All of my friends were graduating college, getting married, having children, and here I was living back in my mother's house. I was embarrassed to say the least. In the midst of this I wrote of all my troubles and pleasures, purging everything I had experienced.

It's these songs that you will hear, and I hope they bring peace and understanding in this very confusing time.


Empty Chair

Written By: Emerson Wells

I've been telling myself it's only an empty chair/
And someday soon/ Some new will sit there again/
But here I am with one more night at a table meant for two/
And for once I'm telling myself the truth/ I wish it was you/
I bought time to make me stronger/ And I thought by now
I would be over/ These feelings that have not let me go/ Even though I know there's another/ I know, I know he love's you better/ But dinner's waiting on the stove/ And here I am telling myself, it's only an empty chair/ And someday soon/ Some new will sit there again/ But here I am and it's one more night at this table meant for two/ And for once I'm telling myself the truth/ I wish it was you.