
Rosey’s affair with music began as a child joyfully discovering her parents’ records. She recalls falling in love with the Beatles’ music at age seven; an event that would lead to a lifelong of musical pursuits. By the time she was in college, she had sought out and embraced a wide spectrum of music and used Boston’s Emerson College Radio station as a forum for exploring everything from world to urban sounds. She worked behind the scenes in the music industry for music promoters, doing assorted jobs at clubs, and at labels in LA and her native New York. But it was the day that Rosey picked up her guitar that she found her true calling; one which she refers to as “her awakening”. She moved to San Francisco, formed a band and started playing venues as small as the local wheat-grass shops and restaurants, shortly working her way up to The Bottom of the Hill and Bimbo’s before moving back to New York. This time it was to play regular haunts such as Spy, the Mercury Lounge, the Bitter End, and CBGB’s. Her demo began getting buzz until it reached executives over at Island Def Jam, who released her debut Dirty Child (2002). After hearing the seductive “Love” track in the soundtrack of Bridget Jones’s Diary, and “The Afterlife” in the Farrelly Brothers comedy Shallow Hal, the media was quickly charmed by her debut. When she went on her first tour, it was as a supporting act for Melissa Etheridge and Meredith Brooks. It was not long, however, before Rosey felt the need to return to what she knew and loved best. “I kept at it, creating and recording ‘modern’ sounding music, and I felt stuck in a mold that didn’t fit. I’ve always wanted to create timeless music. The kind my parents raised me on – jazz, blues, folk, funk, classical. My favorites were always the jazz and blues songs. The way those live recordings sounded… a bunch of people in a room, a few mics, it was magic.” She quite literally changed her tune, and set to work creating a new sound blending jazz, blues, bossa-nova, and folk with contemporary lyrics. The effect? A refreshing classic.
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