the voice and all its power

Jessi Teich

About Me

Well rooted in her father’s love of music, at a very young age Jessi began to develop a strong passion for singing and playing blues based progressions on the piano. Drawing inspiration from music of her generation combined with the influence of classic vocalists Jessi has been able to produce a unique and powerful vocal style. Jessi sings, plays piano, arranges, writes and performs her own music like a powerhouse.

After a career threatening surgery, Jessi released her debut album “Barely There” which you can purchase on iTunes and listen to on Pandora. Jessi has since been riding the wave of success and recognition by playing notable venues and gigs throughout the Philadelphia, New York, and DC regions, completing a 30 day tour of the southern states, a mini European tour, and collaborating with local and international musicians. Jessi has an exciting future that includes an upcoming album.

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“I’ll Rise” written by Ben Harper

You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I’ll rise
Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I’ve got an oil well
Pumpin’ in my living room

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise

Now did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my confidence upset you
Don’t you take it awful hard
Cause I walk like I’ve got a diamond mine
Breakin up in my front yard

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise

So you may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I’ll rise

Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I’ve got a goldmine
Diggin’ up in my living room

Now you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise


And believe me, I will.

Blue here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

Joni Mitchell

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

Rainer Maria Rilke

(thank you andrea)