Thursday, July 14, 2016

Jessy Napier. Raw. Honest. True.

Like layers of thick messy brushstrokes bracing the page, her inner voice thickening the layers in the story, Jessy Napier is an open book.

Mostly ballads, she told stories about about writing and about life.

Napier takes the stage at Strange Brew  
She laughed a little and talked about being beaten up by life's yuck, and, she admitted, that sometimes she caused the yuck.

She wrote the song Oregon during a heated Sunday her AC broke and the kids whined.

She sang about rain coming down with soulful relatable tones.

And, came a Hunger Games song- -a song about love and games and things that break.

With this inner spirit of a warrior woman wise and strong and pure, she wasn't rock-in-roll.

She wasn't sell-out top 40.

She wasn't campfire songwriter.

She was: here I am, mess, beauty, and the triumph it can be- -to just be.


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