Define your genre in five words or less:
Crooner, operatic, honest, entertaining, folk-rock.
What do you love about making music?
I call it the ‘sense of mystery’….the anticipatory period before a song is birthed drives me wild. I can feel it brewing sometimes for minutes, other times for days…and then out it pops..my new song-babe complete with cathartic lyrics and a killer guitar hook! Shocks me every time.
Bearing the terrible clichéd nature of this question, what do you reckon people will say you sound like?
It has been said I am vocally like the illegitimate love child of Roy Orbison and Joan Baez, instrumentally a mash of Jose Gonzalez and Flea, and off-stage a hybrid of myself and Marge Simpson depending on the hour of the day.
What’ve you got to sell CD-wise?
This is my second Julia Rose EP. I’m currently touring the newest EP Stairway To The Moon which features the track Melbourne Town. We have produced a clip for this single which is being released soon too which we are really proud of.
When’s the gig and with who?
I have a bunch of Melbourne shows in early November which we scattered across the city… as I know how much Melbournites hate to travel out of their suburbs! I plays The Wesley Anne this Thursday November 1, The Thornbury Theatre on Friday November 2, Horvat’s Wine Bar on Sunday November 4, The Drunken Poet on Wednesday November 7 and Elwood Lounge on Thursday November 8.
How long have you been gigging and writing?
My family are all musicians, my earliest memory is all five of us kids around Mum at the piano all singing like the Von Trapps. So I decided to rebel Leisel-style and at age 19 picked up the bass and discovered the world of funkrock, reggae and rhymes and formed Bertha Control and Anarchist Duck. In more recent years my solo project sound flipped these usual genres on their head to produce a more folk/balladesque style of music. I’ve been gigging relentlessly overseas and nationally for 11 years, most recently returned from a tour of Japan, with UK up next.
How do you stop your pre-gig jitters?
A beer and a bad ‘dad joke’.
