Jess Rousse is my lil roommate. I think at some point in time some old black woman from the 1930’s did some voodoo curse and left her voice in Jess’s body. Kind of like Ariel in The Little Mermaid but with soul and no ocean what so ever. If you haven’t heard her you will soon and if you like to party she’ll love you. Smart enough to be a doctor and soulful enough to write a song that will bring you to tears…after her voice drops a paint bucket on a blank canvas. You can find her on Wednesdays at Tanquerays or just follow her on twitter and find out what your missing out on.
