An evening with lovely, French-singing jazz chanteuse Madeleine Peyroux seems like an appropriate way to welcome the first hesitant signs of spring, and for good reason. Peyrouxs career is one that began suddenly at the age of 22, years before most jazz vocalists find
half the soul Peyrouxs voice possesses, and launched her into a stratosphere of recognition she wasnt quite ready for. Thirteen years and four albums later, she is touring in support of Bare Bones, her first album of completely original content. Peyroux melds the lofty alto of her voice around intimate, world-weary tunes that still posses an awareness of her general good fortune. I sit here content, my thoughts and my feelings/Remembering who I used to be, the life I have now is much more appealing Bare Bones finds Peyrouxs writing ability on par with that of her voice: with so much still ahead of her, you cant wait to see what happens next.