Vocals, piano, handclaps, tupperware: Julia Easterlin. Guitars, programming: Pavel Rivera. Bass: Jon Estes. Drums: Austin McMahon, Dave Racine.
*Go Straightaway, Sinlge Stroke, Good Morning Heartache and What is This Thing Called Love were mixed and edited by Pavel Rivera.
Influences
Radiohead, Björk, Regina Spektor,Camille, Thom York, Sufjan Stephens, Imogen Heap, Hanne Hukkelburg, Ella Fitzgerald, Joanna Newsom, Caetano Veloso, spoons, airplanes
When I was eight years old, I found my mother's guitar under her bed. I asked if I could borrow it, and I haven't given it back yet. More recently, I asked to borrow her tupperware to use as drums, and I haven't given that back yet either.
Aside from making music, I enjoy tea time and tap shoes and clapping my hands. I also like trampolines, swingsets and really great movies.
Enjoy the sounds!
You can find my music on iTunes and CDbaby.com. Shoot me an email at jemusic@gmail.com
**FOR BOOKING: email easterlinj@gmail.com**
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Absolutely stunning: Everything about you. I love love love your vibe/sound/songwriting. Very unique and refreshing. Come to chicago. Lets collaborate/play a show together.
Hii Julia! just wanted to let you know that i am starting berklee n two months! i can't beilive it's finally happening.. anyway, me and my friend are lookin for an apartment to live near school so i was wondering if you could contact me if you hear about something like that.. thanks in advance! i hope all is well! Lihi.
Julia! I just realized you are on iTunes, girl. I will have to get it soon... you're voice is tantalizing. Just checking on ya, what you're up to nowadays. :)
