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Yes, she’s playing festivals, and sharing her music with the rest of the world, but beneath the surface lies a story of grit and grace that truly sets Jess Connelly apart in her own way. It is a little after 2:50 A.M. and central Los Angeles is still deep in its slumber. Blanketed by a foreboding dark indigo punctured by very faint beams of light strewn across the night sky, framed of course by the famous lined palm trees that are at this point just mere shadows dancing gently to the chilling command of the 19 °C winds. Save for the handful of cars whirring through at a modest speed at the intersection of Normandie and Mariposa, it is practically a ghost town, where every rustle and crunch is enough to whip one into still submission. Jetlag has gotten the best of me and no matter how hard I will […]
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