ARTIST: Brisa Roché TITLE: The Chase LABEL: Blue Note GENRE: Jazz BITRATE: 172kbps avg PLAYTIME: 0h 52min total RELEASE DATE: 2005-10-18 RIP DATE: 2005-08-03 Track List ---------- 01. Airplane 1:54 02. Mystery Man 2:42 03. Dans Le Vert De Ses Yeux 3:09 04. Billionaire 2:32 05. Dial Me Up 2:35 06. Warned 2:54 07. Little Robot 3:13 08. Intermission I 0:48 09. Torchlight 2:47 10. A Luxury 3:05 11. Baby Shut Your Eyes 3:54 12. Intermission II 0:49 13. Coco 2:01 14. Flying Too High 2:54 15. Sugarfight 3:19 16. At The Shore 3:18 17. Intermission III 1:06 18. Helmet Ray 2:19 19. Now That It's Long Over 7:21 Release Notes: My name is Brisa Roché; I’m 28 and I’ve been living "jazz" in Paris for the past year, which really is as romantic as it sounds. On stage, my savagery reveals where I’m from - the cold wild north of California, with Great Whites and Sequoia trees and Sasquatch. Sometimes I wonder if this savagery, and I mean of presence, and emotion and movement, is what (along with my Americanness and particular voice) has shocked France into giving me plenty of work and a big sweet Parisian "jazz family". I don’t scat; I choose standards and improvise upon melody and words - I take my turn as if I were a horn. And I look funny - I’m tall, with big crazy hair stuck through with flowers and chatchkis and I wear tight forties’ dresses and screw up my face and fling my arms around and bang on my legs while I sing. But this seems to work. I mean, this is how I communicate most honestly my tenderness, and sadness and hope, the experiences I’ve lived through and the very immediate experience of playing as well. The stories in standards are made for this expression, for my expression, and the sounds of the words give me fuel for the free-play with rhythm and accent that feels like jazz. Singing what are essentially "pop" songs from the past doesn’t, however, mean I’m after some kind of war-era parody. What I feel and do and how I act and create on and off stage is very modern because I work to be present now and express what I live and know, and this is 2003; I’m tapping at my laptop and in a few days I’ll fly back to my parents’ solar-powered land to record trumpet and bass players with a minidisc recorder, in engineered sneakers, drinking Sake or cider or soy milk or bottled water from volcanoes, because I use whatever elements technology brings to hand. And it has brought me jazz standards. So I offer them to the public with a similarly postmodern gesture which my nature makes intimate, and as I do I am ready to tell everything, every night. Please look in on my website where you’ll find all the dates and map-coordinates you might need for coming to see me live, which I invite you to do if you can, as well as some little sound clips. And feel free to send me questions and conversation, whenever you like. Voilà ! - Brisa www.brisa-roche.com