Lissie at The Guest Apartment

Lissie Maurus (though you can call her by her first name) hails from a place where the dirt between your toes is a mighty good thing. It builds character after all, symbolizes hard work, diligence, and the right kind of outlook in life. Rock Island IL; a tiny outcrop on the edge of the state, sharing a border with the mighty Mississippi. And though the sandy haired singer now calls the mountains of Ojai California home, the music of her Fat Possum debut Why You Runnin' channels a born and raised in the mid-west kind of mystique as it rolls through it's 5 jaw dropping tracks.

We're knocking our New Year off right, opening the doors of our comfy Guest Apartment up to Lissie, guitarist Eric Sullivan, and bass player Lewis Keller. Here, over three songs that careen a course of full-bodied rock and roll, sun-drenched country folk, and a little Southern Soul neatly tucked away in the folds, the trio awaken the sleepy spirit of Emmy Lou Harris, Loretta Lynn, and Neko Case as they perform. So shack on up with Lissie. Let she and her band glide you down the mighty Mississippi ("Oh Mississippi"), tell a lamentable tale of the nuptials that will never be ("Wedding Bells"), and shake the apartment planks with a thrilling sing along ("Little Lovin'"). "Why you running?" It's a question Lissie likes to ask with her music. We're guessing it's to keep up with she and her band. They're going places in 2010...fast! - David Pitz

Lissie Maurus is from here, this rounded part of the Land of Lincoln that most people still believe to be another part of Chicago because their mental map of Illinois ends at the suburbs, as that Aurora outlet mall fades into the eastern distance. Rock Island, Ill., probably gave her those carameled freckles that dot her cheeks. The blue collar town that shares the Mighty Mississippi River as a border with Iowa definitely fused into the young, natural blonde: her sass and her inability to be phony, to be anything other than a talker, a good hug, a warm and affectionate sweetie pie, a light-hearted sprite, a girl who hits the municipal pool or the freshwater lake frequently when the weather's right, a girl who eats cheeseburgers, drinks when she's happy and is sort of a son of a gun in sundresses and with a smoke between the fingers. Here is where the winters make you seek shelter for months because there are near unbearable situations like wind chill factors of 50 degrees below zero and summertime often brings with it such a thick humidity, fat with mosquitoes, that it melts people in half. It's where the U.S. government makes a ton of bullets and guns and it's a place that used to make way more farm implements that it does now. The floods that come down the river in the spring are epic.

All of these details and more are Lissie and the songs that she writes, that she put on this debut EP, Why You Runnin', on Fat Possum Records. Produced by friend Bill Reynolds, who just happens to be the bassist in Band of Horses, Lissie couldn't be more enchanting, or more of a person explaining the mystery of how she came to be full of that muddy river water, which along with it come the whiskered muskies, the bass and the bullheads that all swim through her body like the dark clouds and the passing driftwood. The five songs are stacked with the kind of billowing and rustic sentiments that come from broken hearts that have been patched as well as they can be, gaining that scar tissue that never makes them like new again, but gives them a refined personality, one that's subtle and powerful all in one fling. Lissie has all kinds of love in her heart and it comes out in resplendent and oaky waves, like the insides of a campfire doing a lot of talking, a lot of jumping leaving its smoke burrowing into your skin and clothing, where it reclines for days.

There are all these things that make these songs and her spirit possible, some of it in deference to that spirit: having a grandfather who was an international barbershop quartet champion, having a great-grandfather who was a train-jumping hobo on this famous Rock Island Line (the Cash song of the same name Lissie has played in hometown gigs), a father who delivered her at her birth, getting kicked out of high school, selling honey for living money upon coming to LA and an inability to separate herself from this Midwestern city where many just raise their families, get fat and die satisfied.

She lives by herself, with her dog, in a farmhouse in Ojai, Calif., where she tends to drink wine and will, on a whim, go to the store to buy paint for her rocks so she can construct a medicine wheel in her big backyard. She has all the time to listen to what's happening in her inner chambers, what's turning on and off her lights, what's giving her goosebumps and where she thinks she'll be led tomorrow. - - Sean Moeller, Daytrotter