Erin McKeown is open for business. On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the musician points to boxes of newly arrived vinyl stacked on the floor of the unassuming workspace in her rural cottage.

“For the last three weeks, this house has basically been a warehouse. You couldn’t walk in this room. That room was filled with packages,” she says of the living room, crowned by a view of a shallow river curling around the house. Through another window is a view of the snow-covered foundation of a small cotton mill that once stood on the site, here in a tiny town about 20 miles outside Northampton.