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This Sunday will feature music by Tiffany Pollack.
Tiffany Ann Pollack is New Orleans. She’s the beauty that lies deep down within old pain – the letting go and kicking your heels up despite it all that defines the most mysterious American city. She’s been a foster daughter. A teen mom. A mortician. And when she sings, she’s a fluttering melody that slaps you with a smile.
Raised north of the city in Slidell LA, on Bayou Bonfouca, just off the ditch-lined Bayou Liberty Road, she got her musical genes from a momma she didn’t meet until she was 25.
Early on it was all-too obvious to her adopted family that the music of Southeast Louisiana was growing in her like a swamp iris reaching up through the shadows to sunbathe.
“Who is this strange creature we’re raising? She’s nothing like us,” she pictures them saying as she hollered and banged away on a gutted player piano they bought her but didn’t think to tune. No matter – Tiffany turned to songwriting, kept plinking away and didn’t look back.
Now a wife and mother of three, she’s in full bloom. Following a critically acclaimed debut album with her cousin, Eric Johanson, titled “Blues in My Blood,” she’s set to release her first solo project of all-original songs, “Bayou Liberty,” and is fast becoming a highly sought-after regular at clubs all around the city with her band Tiffany Pollack and Co.
Music is, simply put, “just part of my being,” she says. But it wasn’t always obvious she’d end up here.
Tiffany got her start performing with New Orleans music royalty, the drummer Russell Batiste, after happening to rent an apartment to him and his then-wife Rita on Tchoupitoulas Street in 2007. She formed a group named Beaucoup Crasseux with Rita and played grimy clubs like the Banks Street Bar in Mid-City. Before long she was dipping in and out of all kinds of groups from jazz to metal, including Ph Fred’s, The Round Pegs, The Consortium of Genius, High Voltage, The New Orleans Steamcog Orchestra and Dapper Dandies.
She stood taller with each gig but felt the pull of the 9-to-5 world, so she set out to learn a trade. While trying to choose between training to be a Cosmetologist or an EMT, she settled on Mortuary Service, remembering the experience of seeing an aunt at an open casket funeral looking nothing like her normal self.
“This woman used to wear gray eyeshadow all the way up to her eyebrows and red lipstick,” she says. “They made her look like she didn’t have any makeup on. She wouldn’t let anyone see her like that in a million years. That kind of neglect really pissed me off.”
Tiffany lets her heart jump out of her chest, and she was a natural at comforting families and caring for the recently gone. But when she came home after a long day, she had nothing left for her husband, Andy, her son Augie and daughters Rosy and Daisy. It was time for a change, and so she turned her attention fully to the music wafting around the city that raised her.