Walking around Logan Park in northeast Minneapolis last week, far from any bar or low-lit hangout where musicians tend to talk to music journalists, Dessa made a confession that might put a permanent chink in her cool-chick armor. Or maybe it makes her the coolest rapper in town. Or at least the most honest. It might be dishonest to still call her a rapper, though.
"I drove around listening to my record in the car today," she admitted, lowering her voice as if a kid at the playground would make fun of her. "I wanted to give it a normal kind of listen, not critiquing every detail."
Far from normal, she added, "I was so nervous I'd get caught, and have somebody I know pull up next to me cranking my tunes and be like, 'Really?!' "
Really.
With her tall frame and cocksure vigor, Dessa seems as confident and together as any performer in hip-hop today. And for good reason. No butt-kissing, she has always come off as a total pro in the many varied ventures I've witnessed.
Teach a college class about the music business? No problem. Interview a bluegrassy string band for TV? Point her to the banjo. Write fiction and poetry books? Been there, done it. Perform at a car wash during South by Southwest? Just bring the wax. Model a slinky dress for a photo shoot in a boxing gym? Don't forget the jewelry (which nearly happened, but Dessa caught the mistake).
Wouldn't you know it, she's also said to be quite a pro when she enters a boxing ring with gloves on, not accessories. She first did so about a year ago under the tutelage of St. Olaf College philosophy professor and boxing writer Gordon "Doc" Marino, who offered to train her as a trade for her lecturing his class.
"She could be a competitive boxer if she wanted," Marino said, no bulling.