Noa Bursie
Singer/Songwriter Noa Bursie is proud to say she was born and raised
in Buffalo, New York. The youngest of nine children, Noa had a mother
who worked Bingo and boasted the tastiest Friday night fish fry on the
East Side. A father who was crane operator at Bethlehem Steel,
five altar boy brothers, and three sisters committed to the Legion of
Mary by the time they could walk. Though her experiences have taken her
across the country and half-way around the world, her roots are here and
they are undeniable. Subtle undertones of spice and rhythm tell the tale
of a well-traveled soul fluent in the universal languarge of passion and
youthful angst while the small town, parochial school girl peeks from around
the corner with a wry grin.
Bursie is fond of recalling stories that her Louisiana-born mother often
told about her grandfather who traveled throughout the South in the 30's
and 40's playing and living the blues. A self-taught guitarist, like her
grandfather, Noa plays with unabashed authority and a natural ease,
"...like she was born with the instrument in her hand and her
grand- daddy's 'mantle' across her shoulders." Her music is a rich and
refreshingly unconventional composite of jazz, acoustic new soul, folk,
blues, and roots genres. Infused with supple wit and astute, poetic lyricism,
the material flows deftly from history and social commentary, politics and
the media, to relationships and even extraterrestrials, often evoking
comparisons with artists like Rickie Lee Jones, Joan Armatrading, or John Mayer.
Whether it's the alternate guitar tunings, smoothly sensuous vocals, edgy wails,
or incisive lyrics, this artist has the ability to work the audience up into a
dancing sweat as easily as hypnotize them into pin-drop silence with a single
phrase. This is music for people who love a little intellectual stimulation with
their toe-tapping and finger-popping and is as diverse as you would expect from a
woman weaned on Dinah Washington, Aretha Franklin, and Sam Cooke, nurtured in the
cradle of Joni Mitchell and James Taylor (with a little Steely Dan in the mix),
and sanctified by Bessie Smith, Bonnie Raitt, and Ray Charles.
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