January 3rd, 2009
My husband is aces at picking gifts. He considers the personature of a person, which I guess could also be referred to as “personality,” if you weren’t given to making up words, and selects just the right thing. Sometimes he takes risks, too, and they usually pan out. This was a risk. I don’t typically like jazz, but this is a pairing of jazzy tracks with chanteuse voices like Norah Jones and Chrissie Hynde, which just works. I feel bad though, because The Rock had been talking about this CD for a few weeks before Christmas and I was sick to death of hearing about it, and when he called me from the Borders listening station to ask a question about Jools Holland, I barked, “ENOUGH WITH THE JOOLS HOLLAND ALREADY!”
Then I got it for Christmas, which really was very sweet even if I am a crabby bitch.