Ani DiFranco, Norah Jones, Joanna Newsom, Emiliana Torrini, Joan Armatrading, Tom Waits, Tori Amos, Bobby McFerrin, The Be Good Tanyas, Amy Winehouse, Beth Orton, Benny Romalis, Brian Campeau, Camille, Feist, Iota, Jess Mcavoy, Kaki King, Jeff Lang, Abby Dobson, Marvin Gaye, The Waifs.
Sounds Like
KT Tunstall, Ani DiFranco, Norah Jones, Feist, Ben Harper, Beth Orton...remembering of course that I am totally original and incomparable...
John Mayer says -
Keppie’s “voice is beautiful, just gorgeous. [She’s] like a contemporary female Nick Drake…and [her] guitar playing is so beautiful, so raw…”
October 2008
The Boston Globe (September 2008) -
"Coutts's songs marry soul and folk so gorgeously, you'll cheer when they get stuck on endless repeat on the jukebox in your brain."
The Boston Globe (August 2008) -
"Coutts...may remind you Feist and Ingrid Michaelson."
Keppie is immersed and reveling in the new wave of folk fusion – an eclectic melding of acoustic-based song that steps inside jazz, soul, and quirky pop. Multi-Grammy award-winning artist John Mayer heard a new tune of Keppie’s (‘Waiting for the Avalanche’) and within a week, had taken it into the studio in Boston to record. Keppie had scored a private audience with Mayer as one of 12 young songwriters hand-selected to spend the week with Mayer.
Since arriving in Boston in 2005 she has won the praise of peers, audiences and mentors, having won both the Performing Songwriter Competition, and the Songwriter's Showcase Competition - the two most prestigious showcases the Berklee College of Music presents to display its best talent. She has performed extensively in the Northeast of the United States, including at the Bitter End and the Bowery Poetry Club in New York, as well almost every conceivable venue in Boston.
Born in Australia, Keppie started out spreading her words as poetry at local Sydney arts haunts and indie spaces. Very quickly the words found a canvas of music, and almost as quickly she was thrust into the recording studio. Chris Dubrow, former front-man of Australian political-industrial-rock group Insurge (Sydney Big Day Out, 1997) instantly recognized the strength of Keppie’s writing and brought her into his recording studio, producing her first album, “On the Edge of a Dream”.
The immediate connection that she forms with an audience saw Keppie performing at some of Sydney’s best-known venues for live music, including the Excelsior, the Gaelic Club, the Seymour Centre, and international jazz-hub, The Basement as part of a selection of the city’s best songwriters. Keppie’s collaboration with sound engineer, Jason Mannell (who has produced Oz mega-rock group Jet), and separately with Sean Carey (currently in Oz super band Thirsty Merc), saw the release of “Tears De Picardie” to a sell-out launch show held at the Goldfish Bowl in Sydney’s Kings Cross.
To her surprise and delight, people often approach Keppie after shows, making excited comparisons to Norah Jones, Ani DiFranco, KT Tunstall, and Feist, though as one fan put it: “You sound like a million different women and like no one else”.
Keppie’s 2009 release, ‘The Ordinary World’, is now available on iTunes and is distributed through CD Baby.
hey keppie, just getting round to checking loads of profiles finally. loving yours especially... if you come to england and need some string players give me a shout! hope you like my songs too. have a nice day :)
Brendan gets mixed up in a series of practical jokes that ends with him (possibly) having unknowingly eaten a pair of dirty underpants. Laura profiles the work of a medical artist who has spent the last 25 years drawing surgery, body parts, and a lot of dead bodies. Caddie spends the day with a group of obsessive train modellers, who don’t give a rat’s arse what you think because right now they’re too busy making the trains run on time. And with the consent of his girlfriend, Simon takes a course in picking up girls… that and more...
hi keppie I POSTED A NEW SONG ABOUT a girl who murders her father, '' CINDY'S DREAM''
She’s soaking her dreams ,with gasoline, killing her light ,with grass and mescaline Cindy child, with her needles and spoons looking out, for the police and the goons
She doesn’t come home, on the nights her dad’s been drinking Because he gets ugly And she knows what he’s been thinking
So she hangs with the girls , who look so big As they flick their ashes , as the neon flashes, working for Mr. Big
