Elli Perry
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Elli Perry

New Orleans, Louisiana, United States | SELF

New Orleans, Louisiana, United States | SELF
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"Wander Woman"

"Perry's forthcoming album is carved from the mountains that are 'in her bones.' Alt-country and folk-tinged acoustic melodies partner breathy, bluesy, gritty vocals (with just a dash of yodel), across songs that tell you where she's from, where she's been and how far we all have to go." - JEZEBEL Magazine

"An Original Talent"

"Vulnerable? Yes, but with a razor-sharp edge. You are willing to believe Elli Perry when she's singing. At the first notes, even the most illiterate music fan knows that we are dealing with an original talent." - Alt Country Forum

"Bushwick Music- Elli Perry"

I’m breathing water, I’m taking deep breaths, and it’s all because I have bet my lovesick heart in a game I knew I could not win….

She’s singing accompanied only by her acoustic guitar in a café somewhere deep in Bushwick. She’s beautiful and melancholic.

Only the innocent can tell such great lies to themselves.

After the 4 minutes I spent breathless, I glance at the people at the open mic asking myself if they have also noticed that this girl is way better than anyone else that has walked onto an open mic stage with a guitar, just like that.

Her name is Elli Perry and with southern accent, she explains she has just returned to Bushwick after 2 months in Georgia. And she’s happier than ever, spending all her time in the studio recording, working and creating. She’s got plenty of great material to work on.

Elli is charismatic, it feels almost as if the air surrounding her was full of electricity, you can almost hear it buzzing.

This is how it feels like to be alone. The man holding my hand is barely holding his own.

We’re walking on Broadway towards Greene. She’s got a guitar on her back, white coat and black mittens. She’s telling me how miserable she was, nearly got sick, she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to leave the city.

But now Elli is back. The curse has been broken, the frog has been kissed, the universe has send the right vibe and now here she is knocking on the door. She has been spending all her time in a studio working with the technicians Rob Guariglia and Scott Harris, who besides the fact that are Elli’s great friends are responsible for Elli’s single “Standing in Place” that will be released in January. Elli gives me her iPhone headphones and lets me listen to it. It’s sweet, beautifully polished, and Elli has never sounded better. “This single just might be it…” I’m thinking.

It’s a late fall afternoon, and the air is cold, making our noses red when we reach the People’s Garden. It’s a garden like I’ve always wanted to find, a garden I used to read about in my childhood books, but I never knew of its existence, until now... Definitely, I wasn’t anticipating it in Bushwick. Old fashioned toys, Christmas lights, blues music blasting from the speakers and a chicken walking around. The garden keeper sets up a fire to warm his hands. Elli is laughing and doesn’t know what to play with first; she says the garden feels like places in Appalachians where she grew up.

Elli Perry will play an acoustic show in Little Skips on December 16. All songs used in this article are from her first album “The Secret To Scaling A Mountain” She's also on Facebook and on Twitter. - www.bushwickdaily.com, www.brooklyn365.com


The Secret To Scaling A Mountain (2009)
Standing In Place (Single - 2011)
6621 (EP - 2011)
The Salt & The Sea (2013)



"I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say."

Flannery O'Connor once wrote those words, and with 50 letters she spelled out one of the greatest truths I know. My name is Elli. I have found my life mostly by stumbling across it in words. Some of those words have belonged to others, some have been my own. I was born and raised in Georgia by two Appalachian wordsmiths. They watched me run barefoot through the red dirt hills and aching trees that surrounded our home. They fed me a steady diet of The Beatles, the blues, ballads of bone and rust, and grits. Lots of grits. They plopped my tiny body into cars and trains and airplanes and showed me the great cities of the world. They taught me that art can transform and save. Their words have been the backbone of my life.

It was their words of encouragement that gave me the boldness to leave school as an adolescent and pursue music as my full time job. I had begun writing songs in my childhood, first on loose sheets of paper and tape recorders, and later on the acoustic guitar I stole from my dad. By the time I was 15, I had written enough to become addicted to melody and lyric. I finagled my way onto barroom stages around Atlanta to sing for strangers. I quickly learned that I preferred the taste of whiskey to other spirits, and that I would never be able to give up the urge to create and share.

I wrote and recorded and played and wrote, but eventually found myself young, foolishly arrogant, and stagnant. The words demanded more of me than I had to offer. And thus, I demanded movement. I went to Los Angeles to learn how to write a pop song and how to lose oneself. I went to Europe to learn how to live out of a suitcase, and to understand the difference between being lonely and being alone. I went to New York, and stayed, until I learned what it meant to be strong. In between, I wrote and recorded and played and wrote. When bookings were few and far between (or when I simply wanted an excuse to be around other drifters), I would busk in the New York City subways or on the steps of Sacre Coeur. I drove across this country and back enough times to put a '97 Buick Regal in its grave. And then there was New Orleans.

In New Orleans, I found a place that was dark and swampy, beautiful and broken. It was strange and foreign and familiar all at the same time. This city became the safe haven I needed to release words that had been bottled up inside of me for a long time. I sat, and walked, and slept too much, and danced in parades, and got very drunk, and read, and thought long and hard until I found the means and the songs to create my new record, "The Salt & The Sea." I didn't really know what I was making, out of this record or this chapter of my life, until I finished it. I could tell you what it's about. But I'd rather not. I think I would rather you listen for yourself, and see if the words share with you the things they shared with me.

My name is Elli.
I hate biographies.
I let my words run away with themselves. Sometimes they carry me in the wrong direction, and sometimes they save me.
Thank you for waiting patiently as they have twisted and turned in an effort to tell you who I am.