The Mojo of Music featuring Abby Webster
There is an unmistakable wit woven through Abby Webster's songwriting. Her lyrics have a way of sneaking profound observations into conversations that feel wonderfully ordinary, pairing dry humor with emotional honesty in a way that can catch listeners off guard. Much like the best storytellers, Abby rarely announces the lesson in advance. Instead, she lets you laugh first, then realize a few lines later that she's quietly dismantled something you've believed about yourself all along. It's a defining characteristic of her music, but after spending time talking with her about fashion, it becomes clear that the same traits shape nearly everything she does. Abby doesn't approach clothing as branding or performance. She approaches it the same way she writes songs, with curiosity, self-awareness, and just enough playfulness to keep sincerity from becoming self-important.
Her earliest fashion memory isn't one of trends, but of commitment. At three years old, she refused to wear anything except a ballerina outfit. The leotard, tights, and ballet slippers weren't reserved for dance recitals but became everyday attire until the knees were torn from playing outside. It's an image that's both hilarious and strangely fitting. Even then, she wasn't interested in dressing for anyone else's expectations. She simply wore what felt like her. Decades later, not much has changed. She laughs about wearing nearly the same outfit every day, almost like a uniform, to the point where her drummer Josh joked and said “Abby, that outfit has slapped all week.”
“These days I keep a pretty sparse closet. I’d definitely describe my style as feminine, but I also love comfort and being outside, hiking, camping, and gardening. I’ve always disliked the look and feel of traditional outdoor gear, so I tend to make up my own eccentric outdoor outfits rather than just throwing on Patagonia or whatever. My ex-partner used to get a kick out of it. I love being outside, but I avoid “sporty” outfits like the plague!”
-Abby Webster
Growing up between rural Texas and Springfield, Missouri meant style constantly evolved alongside the music she loved. She cycled through dresses and bows, tomboy phases, goth aesthetics, punk influences, blue lipstick, questionable DIY haircuts, and even a memorable pair of yellow vinyl pants inspired by Zach Hanson that proved to be a hot choice to wear in the Texas heat. None of those identities feel embarrassing to her now because none of them were performative. They were honest snapshots of who she was becoming. Her parents never discouraged those experiments, allowing her to move freely between identities until she found her own voice. That freedom and ability to explore without apology would eventually become one of the defining characteristics of both her songwriting and her personal style.
“I tortured my mother because I was always giving myself terrible haircuts and doing things like dyeing my naturally blonde hair black or wearing blue lipstick. Fortunately, my parents never told me the way I wanted to dress or express myself was wrong. They just let me figure it out on my own and never made me feel ashamed.”
It's difficult to separate Abby’s clothes from her lyrics because both reject the idea that authenticity has to look polished. Her songs often find beauty in life's wonderfully awkward moments. Rather than romanticizing perfection, she gravitates toward contradictions like heartbreak mixed with humor, uncertainty inside confidence, observations that feel light until they reveal some emotional weight. Fashion follows the same blueprint. Webster isn't trying to look like someone who writes songs. She's trying to look like someone who's comfortable enough to tell the truth.
The places she's called home have only reinforced that philosophy. Texas gave her country roots. Missouri introduced folk and bluegrass sensibilities. And her dad living in St. Paul Minneapolis quietly shaped her lyrical perspective through the city's songwriting tradition. Yet it was San Francisco where she finally stopped dressing for the version of herself she thought people expected. She discarded nearly her entire wardrobe after moving there, realizing she'd become more interested in fitting into a scene than expressing herself honestly. The clothes became simpler. Ironically, they became far more distinctive because they belonged entirely to her.
Montana finished the lesson.
The landscapes certainly influenced her writing, but more importantly, the music community reminded Webster that art wasn't about building an individual brand but more about connection. She stopped worrying about appearing like an artist and instead focused on becoming a better collaborator, listener, and songwriter. Naturally, her closet followed suit. Gone was the need for clothes that announced anything. In their place came garments that simply allowed her to exist comfortably inside the stories she wanted to tell.
“So much of what I make now is rooted in friendship and collaboration. Before, I was more interested in building something on my own—not in a selfish way, but I was chasing recognition as an individual artist. When I moved to Montana and started making music with my friends, I realized that approach wasn’t making me very happy. But Montana helped me reconnect with why I wanted to make music in the first place: to connect deeply with myself and with other people.”
-Abby Webster
Even so, every songwriter has recurring motifs, and Abby’'s happen to include mustard yellow sweaters. She owns enough that her bandmates have unofficially named the color "Abby yellow." It's a wonderful detail that is equal parts charming and self-deprecating, but beneath the joke lies another thread connecting her music and style. Those colors echo memories of her mother encouraging confidence through self-expression of handmade sweaters, floral patterns, and even the sting of childhood bullying. When she was in elemementary school her mother brought home some bright pink and orange jeans. They were both excited about them and thought they were the coolest item ever. She went to school and was made fun of. She remembers the reason it hurt so much was because it made her feel like they were making fun of her mom too, not just her. Where someone else might have abandoned bold colors after those experiences, she quietly reclaimed them. Like many of her songs, she transforms vulnerability into something unexpectedly warm.
“These days I own a dusty purple denim romper, and all kinds of bright pants that I love to wear. My drummer Josh wears pink pants and green pants all the time, and it makes me so happy because it reminds me of that time I got laughed at, and now I get to say “see! The coolest person in the world, Josh Poole, wears pink pants too! My mom was right!”
Another strong stylistic influence is her grandma (who she calls Nana). She was petite like Abby and without realizing it, had a French vibe going on. The only makeup she wore was lipstick and would put her fingertips on her lips after applying it, kiss them, and then rub it on her cheeks as blush. Her and grandpa didn’t have much money, so they turned to making their own clothes.
Finally getting the opportunity to see Abby at Blue Ox Festival this year, her debut release Livin by the Water was a well worn record on my shelf, having been released in late 2024. It’s felt like the perfect soundtrack to Blue Ox, first by the obvious album artwork of rivers, pines, and mountains, but most by the imagery in the songs. “Calliope” is filled with collecting flowers, “Camping” is a playful nod to anxiety and restlessness, while tracks like “Long Weekend” and “BBQ Chips” featuring beer and snacks with deeper themes.
From the moment Abby stepped on stage, there was a calming presence and gentle invite to listen along. No flashy attempts to pull you in, but a smirk and smile to the audience to connect what was about to happen. Gliding through her set encompassed all the feelings and grace of an artist so intune with her songwriting. Her outfit mirrored that mojo with a sleeveless blouse that tied up in the back, grey frayed pants, open toes, and a quirky pop of color in her sunglasses.
Channeling the landscapes of Montana into Eau Claire, her imaginary band wrapped their parts around Abby’s voice like a well dressed camper. The result was a true alignment of setting, style, and song. Goosebump kinda stuff.
Finishing with “Tall Boy” was the cherry on top. The twang and humor on full display, leaving the newfound fans with a memorable hook and song to look up and listen to later.
“I think my favorite color is every shade in the mustard family. I also love mustard as a condiment. It runs in my family. My dad and I backpacked through the Alps carrying tubes of mustard in our backpacks so we’d have it wherever we went. I absolutely hate finding myself in a situation where I really need mustard and it isn’t available.”
When I asked Abby to walk through her Blue Ox outfit, I expected a conversation about vintage finds or intentional styling. Instead, the answer sounded remarkably like one of her songs. She changed clothes three different times inside her tent before settling on what happened to be the least wrinkled. Her sunglasses were borrowed from a backstage photo booth (and responsibly returned afterward). Her bandmates decided on flower crowns and glitter moments before soundcheck. Nothing was overplanned because nothing needed to be. The music had always been the point.
At a time when musicians are increasingly expected to develop recognizable aesthetics before audiences ever hear a song, Abby continues moving in the opposite direction. She trusts that listeners will remember how she made them feel long after they've forgotten what she wore. It's the same confidence that makes her songwriting so compelling. The clothes aren't there to steal attention from the songs. Everything serves the same purpose, to create enough honesty that people stop looking at the artist and start seeing themselves inside the story.
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