It’s Not the Years, It’s the Miles is a perfect blend of Jazz and folk-like americana. The album displays a type of jazz that is tough, yet ironically sexy.

Davis’ voice is beyond appealing. she belts out lyrics of a tattered woman with the voice of a flirty seductress. The daughter of two opera singers and a renowned ukulelist, Debbie was destined to make great music and have noLa stardom.

 Vocalist Debbie Davis offers a comprehensive sampling of the music she’s lent her voice to in New Orleans outside of her gig with the Pfister Sisters. This wide variety of concepts—which includes standards, an Amy Winehouse cover and originals from her collaborators—combines well in large part because of Matt Perrine’s hand in their arrangements. Davis also has a deeply rooted working relationship with each of guests, which lends a unifying zeal to the project.

Davis, who also plays a mean ukulele, sings with a big, bluesy voice that soars over tunes like Paul Sanchez’s “Mexico” as if it might ascend into the stratosphere, alighting onto the extended ends of each line she interprets. On “Mama Goes Where Papa Goes,” she performs with a dollop of theatricality and a sense that if nobody were listening, she might breathe twice the power into her voice, like a driver testing the upper limits of the speedometer on an open road. —Jennifer Odell

 Debbie Davis is generally recognized as possessing one of the most beautiful voices in a city filled with talented singers. Her work with the Pfister Sisters, on her own and with Paul Sanchez has demonstrated her wide-ranging taste and an ability to comfortably inhabit just about any musical environment.  (read more...)

 After years of singing with everyone from All That to the Pfister Sisters, Debbie Davis has partnered with Threadhead Records to release her first solo album. The project offers great diversity in song choices (read more...)

 Without music, how many would never have fallen in love? Without love, how many songs would have never been written? And yet two musicians in an intimate relationship sounds like romantic chaos. Not so for respected local low-end specialist (sousaphone/bass) Matt Perrine and wife Debbie Davis, best known for her interpretations of songs by the Boswell Sisters and Andrews Sisters as a member of the internationally renowned Pfister Sisters. Together and apart, Perrine and/or Davis perform almost daily, playing everywhere from Late Night with David Letterman to the New Orleans Public Library. Their fairy-tale musical journey (read more...)

 Jazz harmonizers the Pfister Sisters have existed long enough to be considered a tradition, singing with everyone from the Neville Brothers to Jimmy Buffett to Linda Ronstadt. They sang on the wing of a plane with their hero Maxene Andrews of the swinging Andrews Sisters, and more recently were featured on the HBO series Treme, singing “Shame, Shame, Shame” with the show’s Davis McAlary. Their albums have tackled genres from cabaret to country. But since 1979, (read more...)

 “I don’t think I ever did learn to cook, honestly. I just made up a bunch of stuff as I went along. It’s something I started doing out of necessity. Either because I was trying to impress somebody, or because I created small people who were hungry and I was obligated to feed them.

I started making baked ziti with my mom; it’s a New Jersey thing. Baked ziti is almost more popular than lasagna in Jersey and I’m not sure why, except that you don’t have to be as patient with the pasta. Plus New Jersey is crawling with Italian people. I’m not one of them, but I grew up with them. Lots of Irish and lots of Italians—lots of Catholics, and they all like to eat and drink. Some more than others. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of cheese. More than two pounds of cheese in this dish, which I’m not apologetic about at all. I’m not shy with the garlic (read more...)

 Debbie Davis stood just inside the doorway of Three Muses, singing “When I’m 64.” It was Friday night on Frenchmen Street, the day after Thanksgiving, and she held the festive crowd’s attention. “I saw the ambulance go by but I didn’t think anything of it,” she says. “Someone came into the club and told me Coco Robicheaux had just been taken in an ambulance from the Apple Barrel. His heart had stopped, and they couldn’t revive him.”

Davis told her audience what had happened.(read more)