#39 Essie Jain

I think I may have a problem. I’m certainly fortunate, and perhaps a little too curious, but the fact of the matter is I make WAY too many videos. We’re continuing to post only one video per week, even though we recently launched the Split Series (dedicated to other filmmaking friends) and shortly we’ll inaugurate the Lab Series (dedicated to labels) which will be put online more at random. Every week however, we film between 2 and 4 sessions, always just as poorly organized and chaotic as the first, within a city that accelerates without stopping and rarely takes the time to listen to such a spontaneous, ad-lib style music.

I had put Essie Jain’s videos aside for a while, thinking for a brief instant to put them to rest and discretely avoid sending her news in the hopes that she would forget. But to rediscover them today is a true surprise. After witnessing all the bands previously filmed, Essie’s videos give us a beautiful, sun-drenched moment, which calmly makes a passage through all the quotidian clamor. Moreover, more than just any ordinary session, these videos speak to the exchange between music and the city’s noise, between silence and frenetic discord. In sum, it’s a true testimony for live recording-some would say «field recording», but why not relocating it to «city recording».

It was last summer in New York. I didn’t know Essie at all, but David Fenech had always told me about her and her beautiful, English voice. After a quick listen on myspace, hearing her voice to die for, and an immediate phone call, the rendezvous was set-up. Long live technology.

Essie has lived in the Lower East side for several years now, playing the piano more often than she does the guitar. She just released her first album entitled We Made This Ourselves on BaDaBing Records. You have to listen to it. It’s the worth the little detour just to hear the poignant song Haze.

It was thus on a beautiful afternoon that we met up. And although we would have preferred to film at dawn, the afternoon was so pleasant that just being there was worth the meeting.

In the beginning there was this irritating wind tunnel noise, which stopped and recommenced systematically and came from I don’t know where. We were perched on the steps of the fire escape and had to wait several minutes until the drone stopped. Essie played with her blond locks under the sun, and immediately after she finished the song, the wind tunnel started back up. What a beautiful way to command the world.

It’s an obvious battle in the second video with Essie maneuvering through and amidst the noise and buzz of the city streets. You can hear a grinning «Bullshit!», a very filmic police siren, a car pumping its music for the world, and various cackles and cries all about. You see tons of faces, faces that don’t even notice this graceful song, which moves like a hymn of silence, cast out from Essie’s refined voice from the shadowed hollows of a truck bed. She says «sorry» at the end of the song, apologizing for disrupting the world. It’s these small bothers however, that start everything.

Thanks to Matt Evans for the translation