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06-06-05 - JAYMAY Live at the Living Room, NYC - from WOMANROCK
Every Monday night for the past month a waif of a performer has been entrancing shoulder-to-shoulder crowds in the back room of SoHo's Living
Room bar, backgrounding the chitchat of Village hipsters with an
ethereal concoction of lilting lyrics, wailed laments, clever
interludes, and the sort of good old-fashioned folk that freely
references its foot-tapping roots. As a songwriter, JAYMAY has
a talent for taking girl-with-a guitar conventions and nudging
them just enough left of center that your aesthetic sense
becomes conscious of experiencing something new. She's mastered
the sardonic, no-nonsense delivery that made early Ani DiFranco
sound at once so personal and so tough, and that serves as such
an effective counterpoint to the wispy sentimentalism of soft
folk rock. She demonstrates through abbreviated pieces like
“Letter” that she's not afraid to let a short but sweet musical
theme stand on its own, unadorned, as the sort of ephemeral
musical poem with which Tori Amos fans are so familiar, and she
seasons old country tropes with contemporary sensibility as
adeptly as Neko Case. But these comparisons serve only to
illustrate aspects of her art, not to reduce or dissect it.
Whether she's strumming along to a ragtime piano solo,
whispering confessional poetry over faintly plucked guitar
strings, or improvising a horn solo that—due to the absence of a
horn—is literally tongue-in-cheek, JAYMAY has a style that's
very much her own, and that style is serving her well.
In the show I attended she
bantered confidently with a crowd that barely fit in the room
she faced, and that responded to her confessions with a hush, to
her single one-liner with a roar, and to the gestalt of her
performance with generous contributions to the tip-bucket. In
fact, though her songwriting is accomplished and her style is
singular, her real genius seems to be for performance, and
specifically for the kind of laid back performance that invites
attention rather than demanding it. She sits while singing, and
while her songs could serve well as ambience for soft coffee
shop conversation, her spriteliness and inventive approach
ensure that you can't help but pay attention. Unexpected but
effective moments flourish—like that weird little hummed horn
solo—guaranteeing that your attention is rewarded. You may
sense, too, even during a single show, that she is skillful in
adapting her compositions to the various requirements presented
by different venues, diverse crowds, and a changing roster of
backing musicians.
Given these gifts, it will be
interesting to see what choices JAYMAY makes during the
production of a full-length album. Her independent promo disc
is an adequate document of her unusual style, and an evocative
testament to her skill as a singer; but the early productions of
a young artist like this invite more speculation than
assessment. How will she choose to arrange songs that adapt so
well to different performers and new contexts? And what tools
and additions will her producer use to highlight, without
drowning out, her unique style? There's nothing to do, of
course, but wait and see—for now it should be pleasant enough to
look JAYMAY up in the backroom of some bar or coffee shop, take
note of her talents, and imagine the possibilities open to her. | Back to Top
By Nick Wolven

05-24-05 - "Buzz Bands Gone Wild" - Coolfer
A&R types have been making their way in small groups to The Living Room for New York's own JAYMAY, who finishes up her residency at the venue next week. Reps from various sides of the industry, including label, legal and publishing, have stopped in to see the singer-songtress' charming live act and mind-blowing vocals. Early comparisons have been made to Regina Spektor. | Back to Top

05-24-05 Aeki Tuesday Show Review
Last night we caught up with JAYMAY performing a fourth week of residency at The Living Room. There has been some buzz circulating this young woman so we had to see a show. She noted that her drummer would not be playing with that night but will be back next week. With or without the drummer, JAYMAY was pleasing to the ears. She had great stage presence and wowed the crowd. You might want to say she reminds you of Regina Spektor at first listen (JAYMAY does a better trumpet impersonation than Regina). | Back to Top

05-04-05 "New York, You Have A New Star" - the roman games
diary
You never know what to expect in this city, but to hear such a thing of
beauty on a simple Monday evening is rare even here. Thanks to the superior
scouting skills of the lovely Kerry Kennedy, we got to hear Jaymay and her
band at the Living Room. Yes, it's just a girl playing guitar (or piano),
but this does not get boring, not for a single second. Her voice is a great
original mix of Suzanne Vega (timbre) and Lou Reed (phrasing), her tunes
are strong, lively and engaging - and her backing band is a pleasure to listen
to and a lesson in well-disciplined decency. If these people don't get a
bloody good record deal soon, I don't know who does. Jaymay plays every Monday
in May at 9pm at the Living Room. Seize the chance - it's free now, soon
you'll be paying $80 or more to see her at the Beacon or MSG. | Back to Top

Urban Folk (Vol 1) - Promo CD Review
This three song CD* is the jewel of the New York
underground. When I first got it, it didn't leave my player for days. Her
songs sound familiar with an old time feel, while at the same time fresh
and altogether new. She gives us catchy yet complex melodies, creative and
personal lyrics that are easy to connect with, and the voice of an angel;
a quirky angel with a good sense of humor and an easy going attitude. She
almost has a twang to her voice, although more sweet than any kind of country
twang. The recording is just her and the piano, but the production sounds
good and the simplicity of it brings out the songs well. The ballad at the
end says a lot about her talent that she could still make the song drawn-out
and moving while not losing the easy melodic sense that made the other songs
work so well. This CD is necessary for everyone regardless of his or her
tastes. You will be hearing the catchy melodies for days, and thanking life
that such sweet sounds exist.
-Dave Cuomo | Back to Top
*Produced by Eytan Oren of A-10 productions.

Jaymay - Singer/Songwriter Discovered! (songs: Illinois)
It's fun to discover a new artist. One that hasn't been blogged about ad
nauseum. Someone who's got their whole career in front of them. That person
is Jaymay. I could tell you all about her upbringing and how she got to where
she is today...but that's not important; it's the music that counts.
Jaymay is a singer-songwriter with a crystal clear voice who sounds like
she's found the secret to mixing folk, cabaret, and jazz (a new trend - Sylvie
Lewis and Norah Jones also). If you live in and around NYC you're lucky,
JAYMAY will be performing at The Living Room on Mondays in May.
Three songs are available online with nothing yet available to purchase,
so just sit back and relax (unless you're a label type then get on the horn
to your superiors).
- Craig Bonnell | Back to Top

Demodiaries (Show review)
Jaymay from NYC (previously mentioned). I went to her show last night at
the Living Room. Good draw. She revives old jazz and blues but complies with
the new folk sounds of Devendra Banhart, Ray Lamontagne and Nellie McKay.
At 23, she's very comfortable in her own skin harboring a starlet-like compusure
rarely seen in these parts. Spotted in the audience was attorney George Stein
(Jeff Buckley) among others.| Back
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Frequency (Demo review)
This girl is going places. Currently a starving artist in the Big Apple,
JAYMAY has only a 3-track promotional EP in her library of recordings, and
even so, she is going places. Rarely do we get the treat of hearing a pop
songwriter with both an innovative style and a startlingly beautiful, natural
voice. And when I say "beautiful," I don't mean "beautiful" like
your friend who sings at the coffee shop down the street (although JAYMAY
does sing at coffee shops down streets); I mean "beautiful" like
one of the most subtle and tasteful and fine interpreters of song that I've
heard in a long while. JAYMAY is young and just getting started, but based
on her promo disc, I predict a bright future. Enjoy.
- Paul Banks | Back to Top

The Village Broadsheet Review
Jaymay Promo Disc
Jaymay's generation of female soft pop songsters are damned to stand forever
in the shadows of Fiona Apple, Aimee Mann, and "That Chick from Belle & Sebastian." This
Holy Trinity of Girl Vocal Pop have, more than any set of singers since the "girl
pop" luminaries of the early 60s (Ronettes, Cilla Black, the Shangri-La's,
etc.), left an indelible stamp on the tone and texture of modern music. Vanessa
Carlton and her wicked cadre of pale look- and sound-alikes haunt the decrepit
VH-1 mansion at or around the witching hour, and most every open mic is guaranteed
to sport a Mann-alike strumming, swooning, humming, and bubbling over with
effervescent vocal trills and personal lyrics that would make even Joni Mitchell
groan in disbelief. We mustn't neglect, on the other side of the spectrum,
the Le Tigre/Sleater-Kinney/Ani DiFranco triumverant, responsible for more
olive green military pants, black tank-tops, and shaved heads than a Neo-Nazi
compound in Oregon (sorry, Portland League of Racial Purity -- you just don't
have enough pop capital to spark a trend.) Women of Generation Fill-in-the-Blank,
the powers that be have given you a clear choice: boring and confessional
or boring and radical. Take your pick.
Jaymay's three-track promo, then, is a breath of fresh air in the stagnant
world of the female singer-songwriter, a slice of piano-oriented pop that
dares to stand out from the great granola gang and overflow with ebulient,
mind-bogglingly catchy pop in the tradition of...well, you know who. Opener "On & On" apes
the opening piano stab of the Fabs's "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" before
settling into a quiet, autumnal vamp with effectively subtle harmonies and
a stellar vocal performance from the singer. "Over My Head" is
a charmingly baroque guitar-and-tinkerbell concoction, amazingly sweet but
managing to steer clear of all-out tweedom.
"Blue Skies" is the closest JAYMAY gets to falling into the Apple-Mann
world, but she skirts the edges of imitation with grace and tact, creating
from the obvious influences a gentle, melancholic ballad. In some theoretically
perfectly Sundance-winning indie flick, this song would accompany the moment
when the protagonist, a pretty girl in New York, would come to whatever realization
it is the screenwriter (doubtlessly an ugly boy in New York) has cooked up
for her: hands on her head but eyes rolling slowly towards the sky, the protagonist
stands, sighs, and strolls with hands thrust in her pockets through a lavishly
filmed Central Park in autumn. Or something like that.
The songwriting on these three tracks, as strong as it is, is overshadowed
by the beauty and control of Jaymay's voice, the tender way she has of
infusing each note with a kernel of earnestness that comes off as neither
overly whimsical nor heavy-handed. For evidence of this vocal prowess,
check out the moment in "On & On" when she sings "window
pane," and marvel at how someone can execute on record what would
look on the page: "...every window p^!aane!" The pop of the 'P,'
the exuberance in the line, the confidence in the melody: there's an almost
Nilssonian texture to the vocals on this song. And I'm a sucker for Nilsson.
Long story short, the promo is tremendous and portends very good things
for the forthcoming full-length. So long as Jaymay errs towards subtlety,
understated instrumentation, and sweetly encircling melodies, she'll have
a hell of a career ahead of her.
-Rob Rabiee | Back to Top
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