Like layers of thick messy brushstrokes bracing the page, her inner voice thickening the layers in the story, Jessy Napier is an open book.
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.
Mostly ballads, she told stories about about writing and about life.
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| Napier takes the stage at Strange Brew |
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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