Even though she sings originals (not too memorable), bluesy things, well-aged pop like Paul Simon (there’s that well-aged again), and assiduously finds off-the-beaten-path songs, I only sit up straight for her Brazilian and jazz numbers. Brazilian suits her like a glove and most of the jazz tunes especially, as there is some room for the unexpected, the discovery, the new, in other words.
I finally got to hear her in person, at the venerable Blue Note, with a trio that was serviceable but not exciting (read: where’s the unexpected, the discovery, the new?) And on the night I heard her, at least, she was professional, but I kind of suspect she was phonin’ it in. Well, the poor woman looked tired. Her sharp spiked heels, black leather skintight pants, helmet hair and sharp shoulders were battle-hardened but not about to take on more than she had to.
She is a very very good musician, with chops to spare, but it is the deep-sea diver that she could be and was not, that left me wanting more.