It’s Okay to be Okay with Jessica Childress
Too often these days the origin of the product is linked directly to its quality.
The notion of authenticity can demonstrably raise the value of something whether or not that something functions to a superior standard.
The commodification of authenticity is undoubtedly a malevolent force. You only need to look at the denizens – the jagged red joggers spewing hatred for slavery abolitionists, the sentient bleached white bedazzled anus bookended by arse cheeks so over-inflated they would give Travolta’s Edna Turnblad pause, and the rotting duct-taped banana – presiding over the entrance to the howling money-sucking abyss, to understand that.
But inasmuch as it is a force for evil, it can also be a force for good. Case in point: Heinz Baked Beans.
On that spectrum of evil to good, there are a myriad of ways in which giving the origin of a thing significance can manifest. And it’s important to recognise that sometimes the origin of the product and the product itself perfectly match each other in terms of overall worth. A state of absolute mediocrity. There are few things so satisfying. Satisfy yourself with Jessica Childress.
Jessica Childress is an LA-based singer/songwriter reminiscent of the golden age of classic soul, with an enormous voice that combines traditional R&B with a rock n’ roll energy. Since her national music debut on Season 4 of NBC’s The Voice, she’s opened for Charles Bradley, The Family Stone, Patti Labelle, Allen Stone and performed at SXSW, Sunset Strip Music Festival, Long Beach NYE, and Bottlerock Napa 2017.
A ‘The Voice’ alumnus with a catalogue you’d expect.
So crank up the music in your car in the background during a conversation because she’s pretty okay.