Watch Me Get Weird On The Waqueline Stern Show on WCOM.

Posted on | November 9, 2011 | No Comments

I messed up a manicure and (apparently) put one of my good friends to sleep… but here is my very spontaneous performances on WCOM of Foxes. Enjoy!

Fireworks, YouTube! Fireworks, HearNC!

Posted on | November 7, 2011 | No Comments

Oh Hello Blog.

I know it’s been a while… but I’ve been really busy seeing all of you in person, playing shows all over the dang place. But there have been some awesome things happening and instead of being so mysterious like always, I’m gonna tell you about them. In full. Basically. I think.

A lot of you have asked about my plans to move out of NC to chase dreams of stardom in bigger cities. When I left Wilmington, that was my plan. It’s the advice a lot of people have given me. Greener pastures and all that. But when I moved to Chapel Hill I really fell in quickly with a lot of awesome musicians and opportunities… TV shows, recurring gigs and one of my favorite events ever to be involved in; HearNC.

I was a part of the very first HearNC last year and it was such a blast. Not only was I new to town but I played original music with a full band (something I rarely do) and showed three music videos made by my very talented friends Lynn Casper, Logan Mock-Bunting and Fred Champion and walked away feeling really good.

It’s hard to think of a way to top that– or to even match it– but I was offered the opportunity to be a part of the festival this year and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

WATCH THIS VIDEO TO FIND OUT WHY (<–very mysterious. just a little.)


I’ll blog every day this week so make sure you check back as I fill you in on the awesome collaborations I’ve been doing, give you sneak peeks about what’s to come and show you lots of my face.

Love, B.

Busy October! WCOM, Pink Ribbon!

Posted on | October 12, 2011 | 1 Comment

Oh hey guys,

Just repacking the bag I unpacked yesterday from my trip last weekend to get ready for this weekend. (Whew.) Anyone have any foolproof way of packing a dress you don’t want to get wrinkled? I hate ironing. Comment below. I’m getting ready to head out of town for the Pink Ribbon Event tomorrow in Wrightsville Beach and I expect to see all of you in your most glamorous…

But if for some reason you can’t make it, snuggle up to your radio and listen to WCOM on Friday at six because I’ll be there! If you’ve already loved your radio too hard.. you can listen live


I’ll be talking about some of the projects I’m involved in and they are trying to convince me to do a song but we’ll see.

Don’t miss it!

October 13th in Wrightsville Beach

Posted on | October 6, 2011 | No Comments

This is next Thursday! I’ve been looking forward to it for months! If you haven’t gotten your tickets yet please do! This organization is something I feel strongly about and the people behind it are dedicated and amazing. So dress up and do your part! Tim and I will play a special set during dinner and I expect you to be there and look FAB! YOU! LUSS!

If you need more info, click the link and learn more about the Pink Ribbon Project!

Playing Dress Up with Edge of Urge.

Posted on | September 14, 2011 | No Comments

Edge of Urge and I got together to rekindle our love affair recently. You see, I love them. The people, the clothes, THE FEATHERS. So I was excited to head up into their ultra secret magic rooms and take pictures wearing clothes that, seriously, are amazing. And they posted a blog about it! Like to hear it here it go:

A special thanks to Michael Ussery for the styling and Marlowe Images for the shots!

Where I Was Where I Am.

Posted on | September 11, 2011 | 4 Comments

That time of my life is riddled with holes and smoke. I was nineteen, in my first grownup apartment, in a town where I knew very few. My bedroom was amazing. I had spent all the money I had on new things, a new bed, a new bed frame, a dragon dream catcher on my roof, a new desk, a new computer. My bedroom was something to be proud of– and there was a great window on the wall opposite the door where I had an unspectacular view of the parking lot. But still… it was mine. I had a purple down comforter that I looked forward to every night… and I can still remember the sound it made when it moved with me in it. I woke up late. I had forgotten to set the alarm on my new cellphone and I sat straight up into the filtered, ten am sunlight and I just knew something was strange.

My roommate, who I barely remember, and I had a houseline and a fancy answering machine and I walked down the stairs of my first apartment and saw that we had a few messages. I panicked. Today was supposed to be the first day of my new job at a telemarketing company. I knew it was going to be them, telling me I was fired before I was hired, telling me to go back to bed. I waited a minute– staring at the blinking red light. When I finally pressed it, it was my best friend Amy’s father– sounding tired, sounding scared. He was a big Italian man. He asked me if I had heard from Amy, that something had happened in New York, that a lot of the phone lines weren’t working.

Please call me back.

It was his voice that told me that whatever had happened was big, was scary, was wrong. We didn’t have cable. I sat down in front of our new entertainment center, haphazardly put together by my sister who just wanted to help, and turned on the TV. I could only get a blurry, quiet version of one news station. I could hear what was going on more than I could see. News reporters sounded scared and confused, video was scarce and more confusing. I went upstairs. I turned on my new computer. I waited for the dial up to finish. I tried to go to news websites. Nothing that made any sense. It was a fire. It was a plane crash. It was something else. Nothing was consistent.

I picked up my new cellphone, then. I had always been so proud of Amy. She did exactly what she wanted to do. She escaped what I held onto. She got out. She went to New York, dyed her hair, drank alcohol, lived.

The first five times I called, the lines were busy. There was nothing. My phone downstairs rang… I ran down the stairs of our new apartment and picked it up. It was Amy’s dad. He sounded even more tired, even more scared.

No, I haven’t heard anything. She’s fine, I promise. I’ll call you if I hear anything, will you call me too?

I called my parents. They couldn’t believe it. They loved me.

I don’t remember if it was four hours or ten hours after that. I never brushed my teeth, I never put on clothes,  I never moved from where our new houseline and new answering machine was. I just held onto my new cellphone and called Amy over and over and over again.

All circuits are busy.

I didn’t understand what that meant. My cellphone was new. I can remember how the woman’s recorded voice on my cellphone sounded less and less patient as she told me, ‘all circuits are busy’ over and over again for hours.
I can remember that it was getting dark. Our new kitchen with its windows were less and less bright. The sun was going down outside of our new apartment. I was listening to the exasperated recorded woman’s voice on my cellphone when the houseline rang. I picked it up on the third ring. It was Amy’s dad and he was crying. I didn’t think he would ever cry.

She’s okay. Her building was evacuated. She will call… okay. She’s scared. But she’s okay. She’s okay.

I don’t remember what I said. I remember being embarrassed that I was so overdramatic. Was I being overdramatic? I slid down the wall of our hallway and cried for the first time. I cried for everything. I started to think about how there were a million faces somewhere around me crying just as hard. Even harder. I cried for the recorded woman’s voice.

For Amy’s dad. For someone else’s dad.

I don’t remember much after that. I may have called my new job. They understood and asked me to come in the next day. I ate, I slept.

The next morning I woke up to the filtered morning light from my window with its unspectacular view of the parking lot. I listened to my down comforter. I listened to my new cellphone and its alarm clock. I got dressed, I got in my white car, I drove to my new job. It was like everything was normal again. When I got to my new job, the woman who introduced herself to me was pretty and the boss. She showed me around– a lot of people sitting at desks and talking on phones. We were all given a random list of phone numbers and we would call them and suggest that they buy something. I don’t remember what anymore. I hated talking on phones, I hated calling people I didn’t know but it was a new job and I needed one. She assigned me a desk. I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. She walked away to bring me a list of numbers and I sat there, waiting, looking ready and excited. She came back and smiled at me. I told her no when she asked if I had any questions and she walked away, telling me to get started and to have fun.

I looked down at my list of numbers.

Manhattan, NY, 212, New York.

I got up. I walked out and went home.

I called Amy.

I Spent My Summers in Band Camp.

Posted on | September 8, 2011 | No Comments

You have been here, right??

(This is what it looks like on your Iphone. So click!)


Posted on | September 6, 2011 | No Comments

I’ve been drinking a lot of green tea lately because of all the good stuff I hear about it… and because it seems especially hip. So a good friend of mine and I got together and were so hip and drank green tea and we started talking about music and how the majority of the time I am singing covers. I was thinking about how, when you play music all the time like I do, it’s hard to be as emotionally moved by it outside of work. (I use the term ‘work’ loosely.) When I’m on stage for ya’ll… I feel a lot. But when I’m at home, I rarely get the feeling like I did when I was younger (and too afraid to make my own music.)
Remember that feeling when someone you admired gave you your first mix and it was full of shit you had never heard and your mind was just totally blown? Or how, after your first real heartbreak, there was that song you couldn’t listen to for months? I missed that feeling.
All of a sudden my friend says to me, “Why don’t you do a show of songs that are important to you? That symbolize something? Call it a mixtape.”
I let that ruminate for a little while. I went home and started writing down songs that meant something and I realized that, after twenty songs or so, I had this little private calendar of my life. It was wild. I had that feeling all over again– remembering how each song just made me FEEL.

So Wednesday, September 7th, at the Station in Carrboro, NC I’m gonna have a go at it live. Some of the songs you may have heard me do before– some of them I can absolutely guarantee you haven’t. My lovely friend Brett Wilson and I will be interpreting everything from VAST to Judas Priest, Bonnie Raitt to The Cure. I’ll talk about what some of the songs mean to me. I won’t talk about others. (<--- so mysterious.) Also! If you haven't been to The Station in Carrboro, it’s pretty bitchin’.

Please come!

Post Script:

Not To Be Weird But Ya’ll Are Really Inspiring.

Posted on | August 3, 2011 | No Comments

So my last blog post was about this: “Wah Wah I am scared to play my own music in public it’s weird Wah Wah.”

I had a bunch of people reach out to me in the internet world saying, “Stop being such a brat,” and even if you didn’t realize that it would, it made a big difference. There have been a few big shows in the works for a little while now… shows that needed something new and different (for us and for you) and so I came to this decision: I’m bringing one of my favorite things with me. (THIS IS SO MYSTERIOUS YOU CAN’T FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS, CAN YOU?!)

Be on the look out at these next two shows:

August 4th (that’s tomorrow) at Deep South Bar in Raleigh with Labeling Deloris and Haley Dreis
August 11th (that’s a week from tomorrow) at Brooklyn Arts Center with Mary Chapin Carpenter (0.0!)

So here’s a list of my recent favorite things, see if you can guess which of these I’m going to bring with me?

Keeping My Hair Out Mah Face! (It never works.)

My Dishes Being Done!

Hanging With Friends!

My Loop Station!

NOTE: Yes, I have an Iphone. Yes, I’ve been using Instagram like it’s going out of style (It is, isn’t it…) And yes you can have my username for Hanging With Friends: B1b13)

This is Awkward.

Posted on | July 25, 2011 | 3 Comments

There are things I am good at and things I am not so good at. For example: I am very good at keeping up with my own housework. I am good at gardening, I am good at sleeping, I am good at buying shoes. I am good at singing other peoples’ songs.
Here are some things I am not good at: I am not good at turning down snacks. I am not good at watching horror movies. I am not good at surprises. I am also not good at promoting myself.
When I started playing music for a living a few years back I told myself I was going to be as DIY as possible. I wanted control over my name and image and what I did and how I did it. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing at the time and have learned along the way. I’m pretty proud of my accomplishments thus far… but one lesson I’ve not been able to learn is how to ‘sell’ myself. “You don’t need to! Music speaks for itself!!” you will say. And to a degree, you’re right. But there comes a point and time when you have to sell yourself out a little bit in order to reach new audiences. You have to get in touch with people and say, “Hey, I’m good at what I do so here’s what I cost. I’ll take this date.” But something about that is impossible for me.

ESPECIALLY my own music.

So many people have asked me to do my own stuff at cover band shows, people are constantly baffled when I play a little original show and didn’t tell them. I don’t know why I’m such a weirdo about it. Obviously, I believe in my little songs… I wouldn’t play them otherwise. But it’s just inherently difficult for me to go on about myself that way.

Anyway, the point of this whole blog post is just that: I play my own stuff too. If you didn’t know that, now you know. I think it’s pretty good. If you haven’t heard it yet– I think you’ll be surprised. It’s not like the cover stuff (and I think that’s okay.)

One of my favorite shows was home (Wilmington, this means you) at the WHQR’s studios and I found it online. Take a listen, maybe? There are links below:



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Bibis Ellison is a North Carolina based singer/songwriter. She has performed both covers and original music all over the US, Japan and in Mexico.

“Soulful, Spine Tingling. Local favorite” – Wilmington Star News

"2013 Shore Pick" - Wilmington Star News

“2010 - 2012 Performer of the Year” – Encore Magazine

“Perfect” - Southern Gothic Productions

“A Powerhouse Singer” – Triangle Arts and Entertainment