Local free verse, free jazz, and not-quite-free folk is the title of Michael Byrne's review of my CD, "Sometimes".
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In the singer/songwriter world, a track sung in French
can be an absolute suckerpunch. Maybe it has something to do with
forcing you to listen to the voice before the lyrics, maybe just sheer
mystery, but, most likely, it's just that French is a sexy language,
the way it runs roughly through the top of the throat and fills out the
cheeks and lips. Jen Swartout sucks the air out of our lungs with it
about halfway through her Sometimes album with "La Grande Fin,"
remarkable for just how well she stays within her Margo Timmons meets Natalie Merchant songstress program.
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