Laura Joy

Live at Fiddler’s Dream

Laura — Sun, 15 Apr 2012 16:56:45 +0000

This is the computer I used in 6th Grade. It is good for stacking things on.

Laura — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 08:49:21 +0000

So I’m adjusting my life accordingly… but not blogging. There’s a lot going on here, and I lose track of the days. Henceforth, Mondays are Blog Post days. Oh look, it’s Monday!

Alright guys, I’m currently cleaning out the house I grew up in (also booking gigs, writing music, dealing with estate business, teaching myself to live an organic lifestyle, so the blog… right, the blog). The house is full of beautiful relics circa 1972 – 2000. After a few hours of going through things, I risk forgetting what decade I live in. Earlier last week, I almost stepped outside of the house in a Cosby Sweater and a beret because I’d lost perspective.

So, there is a lot of stuff. And lo, it is old and quite dust ridden. I think I accidentally drank some green tea this morning that was vintage 2000… whatever, I’m fine. *twitch* I want to focus on a particular group of items: Electronics That are Too Old for the Internet. Yes, those 50lb monitors and bulky desktops that sit out in your garage dreaming of the day when they can remind you how friggin AWESOME Windows 95 is. And were you to hook them up to wifi… well, you can’t. That’s fine. There would likely be an explosion.

A small sampling of the items I have thus far collected: 3 computers, 3 CD players, 2 TVs (not the type advisable for hanging on walls), 2 VCRS, 2 cell phones, 2 stereos and a tangled nest of mysterious chargers. Obviously, I can’t dump all of this stuff in the alley out back. What to do… what to do… I gazed briefly at a phone book from 2007. But wait, I live in 2012! I can actually use MY PHONE to Google the words “electronic” and “recycle” and “Phoenix”. Behold the fruits of my labor: http://www.phoenixelectronicsrecycling.com

Guess where I’m going this week? Besides Carly’s Bistro where I’m playing from 10pm to 1am. That’s right. Phoenix Electronics Recycling.

How My Caffeine Addiction was Ruining the Earth, Part 1

Laura — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 20:20:07 +0000

When I decided to start the “Folk Sustainability Project” back in January, I had no idea what was ahead of me.

Just a few days later, mom’s condition took a turn for the worse and I was a mess. I didn’t give a damn about how often I went to Starbucks. All that mattered was that there was coffee, horrible-tasting-but-highly-caffeinated coffee, and it was going into my body so I could continue to function on 4 hours of sleep. COFFEE. Nevertheless, in a moment of clarity (likely after some sleep), I bought a tumbler at Target and started getting it filled at local Phoenix coffee joints instead of Starbucks. That little adjustment alone required a surprising amount of effort. I had to find an eco-friendly tumbler, I had to remember to have it with me if I was planning to caffeinate on the go, and I had to plan where to get coffee rather than just stopping wherever whenever. But the change was made! I no longer create coffee cup trash, and my caffeine problem supports local businesses. But I haven’t even gotten into Fair Trade issues yet. Next time. Baby steps.

Does not contain Starbucks Coffee.

So new habits take substantial effort to build. And the old ones can be a bitch to break. We know this. After two months of what I can only begin to call EPIC change, I am now prepared to make the major lifestyle shift to learn how to live sustainably. The tumbler is just the beginning. I’m going ALL IN. I get that it’s going to be a challenge. I’ll probably whine. But at the same time, I’m watching gas prices rise, I’m seeing the amount of trash I make daily, how the sky is a lovely shade of brownish blue (great sunsets!)… just remind me to read that over when I’m struggling over something ridiculous, like a solar-powered amp. I haven’t quite decided where to draw the line yet. In conclusion…

PROBLEM: Impulse coffee purchases that create waste and don’t support local business.
SOLUTION: Buy an on-the-go tumbler and frequent independent coffee shops.

Judy

Laura — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 19:41:32 +0000

Judith Lake
4/11/46 – 2/5/12

I could not have asked for a more amazing woman for a mom.

Judy
lived in the back of the grocery store
blonde haired sister
and I’d explore the neighborhood
bathtime in the kitchen
we were poor, no privacy
wished I had a bathroom door

never thought things were fair
but Judy was always there
to ride imaginary horses with me

And my oh my, how time has passed
and memories will
wane and wax like the moon
ain’t it funny how things last
all the letters and photographs are strewn
across the floor

never thought things were fair
but Judy was always there
to ride imaginary horses with me

but we made castles and caves with our sheets
in the big bed that we shared
Judy would wash and I would dry
she’d play piano, tickle the keys
tickle me until I cried
don’t let me cry

for my own good
she would say
she’d rescue me from insanity day to day
she held me down on the sidewalk
kickin and screamin
but saved my mouth from crazy talk

never thought things were fair
but Judy was always there
to ride imaginary horses with me
three years older three years wiser
she could walk before I could talk
and we would ride
into the sunset we ride

What is Folk Sustainability?

Laura — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 22:05:21 +0000

A few days ago, I took a moment to step off the Struggle Bus, the imaginary vehicle I feel like I’ve been trapped on lately, and assessed the situation. There are many factors in life we can’t control, but we can always take initiative in creating some sense of movement and change. Here is a wee bitty toy sailboat I’m sending across a lake; let’s see where the wind will take it. Regardless of where it ends up, it will have created some ripples.

These days, the word “sustainability” often pertains to saving the environment. But there are layers of meaning in this little word, “sustain,” and it can be applied to every aspect of life. To sustain means to endure, to bear the weight, to nourish, to validate. It is my mantra upon waking these days, “I can sustain this. I will get through this.” And what is this? This is quitting a job to help a seriously ailing parent and all of the feelings involved (my horror with our broken healthcare system grows daily). With all that’s going on, I figure it’d be extremely good for morale to focus some energy on creating and documenting some positive, personal change. And lo, Laura’s Folk Sustainability Project is born!

Google tells me the term “Folk Sustainability” doesn’t exist. Well, it does now. I added “folk” for a couple of reasons. Obviously, I’m a folk musician. As agents of change and keepers of the people’s music, I think every folk artist should look into a sustainable lifestyle. But “folk” is also another word for traditional and ordinary. Folky things are common knowledge. They are totally accessible to everyone. I’m no expert in sustainability, but with a little exploration, I’d like to think I can find my own way down the righteous path of Sustainability, both as a musician and as a citizen of this planet.

Three types of sustainability will be covered in the Folk Sustainability Project:

1) Sustainable Lifestyle: Minimizing This Musician’s Ecological Footprint.
2) Sustainable Music: Making Money in Today’s Changing Music Industry.
3) Sustainable Social Activism: Standing Up. Speaking Out. Taking Action.

All three are deeply interrelated, but separate topics. No doubt I will be grappling with that issue in future entries. I’ll be learning as I go, and I welcome your suggestions and comments. I hope this project will be a source of great information, healing and strength for everyone, not just me.

And look at that, it’s Chinese New Year. What a perfect day to start.

Who is Laura Joy?

Laura — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 03:24:41 +0000

Chicago-based singer-songwriter Laura Joy has been known to quell dark, angry bars full of ornery old Irishmen. Drawing comparisons that range from Joni Mitchell to Alison Krauss, Laura’s percussive finger picking and buoyant voice have graced audiences from as far as the Sun Belt to the streets of Manhattan.

Laura’s adventures in “Folk Sustainability” (a new endeavor for 2012) are regularly documented in her blog (www.laurajoymusic.com). Join her as she attempts to simultaneously minimize her carbon footprint while increasing musical output.

Backstory:

In third grade, Laura was the awkward new kid. With her lofty dreams of popularity shattered by unfashionable eye wear and a shy demeanor, Laura tried out for the school musical. She landed a solo and has been singing her way through life ever since. In college, Laura started playing guitar and writing songs because it was fun, and fun was necessary. Music didn’t come into her life as a vocation; it was just something that had always made her heart feel good. Guitar in tow, Laura received her BA in English, moved to New York City, fell madly in love, and got married.

Life moved fast in the city. On her way to work, Laura’s feet smeared a quote De La Vega had written on the sidewalk: “The pressure of survival in the big city will make you lose sight of your dream… Hang in there.” She was hanging in there, but her dream of making music was put on hold when her husband lost his job and they had to cover a newly acquired mortgage. At the same time, Laura’s mom’s health began to rapidly decline, forcing her to make frequent trips to Arizona while balancing life in New York. Music sat quietly, waiting, while Laura held up to three jobs at a time, including a few well-regarded positions in the arts as a project coordinator for high-profile jazz artists and as a manager of a small off-Broadway theatre on the East Village. She played gigs at night, doing shows across New York state and in Phoenix whenever she was able.

From 2007 – 2010, Laura was featured in the Jezebel Music Songwriter Showcase at Laila Lounge in Brooklyn and was a member of NY/NJ Port Authority’s exclusive “Tunes in the Terminal” program. She opened for Nedra Johnson and Staceyann Chin in Brooklyn (CattyShack, Michfest Halfway Soirée) and shared a night in Phoenix, AZ with Raina Rose and Namoli Brennet. For 3 years, Laura helped organize and host the successful Paradigm Shift Event Series highlighting feminist inspired art and performance at various venues across The Lower East Side in NYC.

When Laura’s marriage fell apart in 2010, she started gathering the materials for her latest CD. “What I Know” was released on June 30^th, 2011. It was recorded and mixed by Grammy-award winning engineer, Dae Bennett, and produced by Suzi Reynolds. The well-received album is a collection of songs about what Laura knows: love, laughter, and heartbreak. With the CD pressed and a new job lined up, Laura packed up her belongings and moved to Chicago to start over. From there, Laura continues to play gigs nationwide, splitting her time between Arizona, Chicago and New York.

REVIEWS

“When you listen to Laura Joy, it sparks a happy feeling deep inside of you… although most artists have a sound; Laura Joy has her sound.”
- Vernon Tart, CultureBomb.net

“Laura Joy is a breath of fresh air. With a percussive fingerstyle guitar reminiscent of Ani DiFranco and a songwriting flair that recalls the likes of Joni Mitchell and Rebecca Martin, Laura Joy crafts personal tales in song that are both touching and entertaining.”
- Wildy Haskell, Wildy’s World

“Folk music so pretty you’ll have to stop your ears from floating away. “
- TheFreeGeorge.com

Hello 2012

Laura — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 20:25:58 +0000

I am in New York City for the first time in a year. Last night, I played at a beautiful benefit event for Paradigm Shift on the Lower East Side. It was a friggin’ love-fest with some of my favorite people gathered together for a great cause. Hamell on Trial rocked our socks off. It was exactly what I needed.

Now, here I am drinking a cappuccino and eating a froufy salad. I’m trying to enjoy a two-day vacation before dealing with what’s next. But my brain won’t back off. “What’s next? What’s next? WHAT’S NEXT?!!” And the more I attempt to answer this question, the more I realize that I have no way of knowing or controlling what’s next. By day 12, I’ve raised a white flag and am calling 2012 “The Year of Surrender”.

Currently, I have a one-way ticket to Phoenix. I’ll be leaving on Saturday. This topic does a little tap dance on the line between public and private information. On the one hand, it’s extremely personal. On the other hand, it’s a very large part of my life and it is deeply tied to my relationship with music.

My mom is very sick. She has been sick for years with a disease that doctors have failed to identify or treat. It is a degenerative neurological condition without a name. They’ve called it CFS, Fibromyalgia, Parkinsons, MSA… Whatever it is, no matter what drugs they’ve pumped into her, mom’s body has remained locked in a process of slow shutdown since I was in 3rd grade.

I started writing songs because it was the one thing that felt right. Everything at home was wrong, but music was right. It actually had the power to make unhappy people feel happy again. That was magic to me. In the beginning, mom was always the first to hear my new songs. She hasn’t ever been able to see me play live outside of her living room, but she tells everyone with pride that her daughter is a musician.

So now, where do things stand? Have we finally reached the last stage of this illness? It is definitely a transition point where certain things need to be taken care of at home. Thus far, I’ve experienced nothing more painful than watching mom struggle without a cure for years. In the end, the best thing I can do is simply listen to what she has to say.

But in the name of sanity, I also have to listen to myself. This ends up being surprisingly difficult. My various little inner-voices, incessant inner-monologues, blahblahblah. And somewhere in that mess, my heart is whispering what I’m actually feeling or supposed to be doing. It’s so easy to just look to the outside world for guidance. But rarely does that actually get you where you need to be.

So I am sitting here poking at the leftover bits of my froufy salad (turns out there is such a thing as too much arugula), listening. And all I hear is, “Everything will work out.” Giving up my day job so I can go to Arizona for a little while to take care of some important things is what I need to do. Of course, I’m not thrilled with the scenario, but I’m also feeling extremely fortunate that things are falling into place so that I’m able to help. Lead the way, heart. Off we go, into 2012. I’m actually listening, for once.

THE MESSAGE

you’re like a little blackbird
always singing in my head
now I see I’ve had it backwards
what I heard’s not what you meant
your simple little song
tied its strings to my heart
the melody rose and fell
Parts of me were torn apart
that’s the truth, I guess that’s art

you plant the seed
I’ll make it grow grow grow
throw me in the river
I will go with the flow
I think I’ve got the message now
got holes in my pockets but
I’ll carry it somehow

tell me the truth will set me free
yeah I’ll speak some words
and grow some wings
each one of those little feathers
a badge of sharp awakening
It’s hard to take direction
when I can’t hear,
I tend to take the wheel
when I shouldn’t steer
that’s the truth, please interfere

you plant the seed
I’ll make it grow grow grow
throw me in the river
I will go with the flow
I think I’ve got the message now
got holes in my pockets but
I’ll carry it somehow

I strive for that place of no fear where
I take the leap and know the net will appear
deep down we know exactly why we’re here
so I will trust but I might cry
then I will laugh and wonder why, just…

plant the seed
I’ll make it grow grow grow
throw me in the river
I will go with the flow
I think I’ve got the message now
got holes in my pockets but
I’ll carry it somehow

Moving on… up.

Laura — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 20:34:19 +0000

Great news! Tomorrow, we will have a couch. Behind me sits a beautiful example of Art Deco woodwork in the form of a dresser. I swear, it smells like… like smoke, Old Spice, and the WPA. Thank you, Craigslist. We will treasure it always.

Boxes full of only slightly useful things.

On Saturday, this past weekend, we dragged the last of my belongings out of a Budget Rental Moving Truck and up the purple stairs. Having now brought all of my things from Phoenix to New York City to Albany to Chicago, I realize upon opening each box… that a fair amount of it is junk. It’s like I’ve been carrying all of these prior versions of myself for posterity. But posterity is friggin heavy and ridiculous after awhile. In fact, carrying too much of it at one time can lead to injury. You can throw your back out in the name of posterity. But what about now? What do I need now? I need less things. You can have them, if you want. Maybe I’ll have an internet rummage sale. Maybe I’ll put a few boxes out back with a sign that says “YOU CAN HAS!!!” Because seriously, now that I’ve carried it up all of the stairs, I have no need for it. Really, it was just an elaborate workout plan 10 years in the making.

I’ve got a gig coming up on Thursday, August 4th at 9:30pm that I’m pretty excited about. It’s upstairs (see, it’s a theme) at the Lucky Number Grill on Milwaukee (1931 N. Milwaukee, Chicago, Illinois, 60647). I’ll be sharing the evening with Woodrow Hart. I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a beautiful evening. I’ll report back eventually but… wouldn’t you rather see it first hand? I thought so.

Chicago

Laura — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 03:30:28 +0000

2 months in. Chicago has been exceedingly good to me. I’ve acquired a beautiful apartment. What it lacks in furniture it makes up for in character, complete with two flights of bright purple stairs and a rockin’ 80s bathroom with a black scallop shell sink. We call it the Plywood Palace. With the heatwave and the empty space, we could easily host Bikram hot yoga classes in the living room. I had a few gigs in May, my first musical appearances in the great Midwest. All were excellent. But since then, I’ve been a little… distracted. Here I am in a new city, in a new neighborhood, in a new apartment with a new job. I had to set up a new website and I’ve got this new album to promote, in addition to taking on a new instrument. Plate’s been pretty full, and I still haven’t bought a couch. Yes, I have some “floor pillows”… or perhaps you’d care to join me for a glass of merlot while perched upon an excercise ball.

Now entering Phase 2 of Chicago, wherein I know where to get a good cup of coffee in the neighborhood and can play more than 3 chords on the banjo… and own a couch.* Of course, we’ll have to carry it up the purple stairs first.

*If you would like to donate to Laura’s Couch Fund, please visit the store page.

Photos by Chris Drukker

Laura — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 03:18:29 +0000