Look What I Found!

I've made a brilliant anthropological / genealogical discovery! I've unearthed the apparent lebanese love child of Bonnie Raitt and Eva Cassidy who was then clearly raised by Auntie Aretha Franklin. Cool, huh?

I crawled out from the rock I was evidently living under--OK, I was lured out by the singing of one Susan Tedeschi. I was in a local used CD store and heard her over the in-store P.A. and inquired who it was. I then had to go out and find the album (the one in the store was already claimed by the clerk. Bastard).

In addition to the blues-weary, bourbon and cigarettes voice, there is about her a slightly terrifying (to me) sense of the fiercely maternal, an electric aura of something essentially woman that leaves me blinking and a little afraid like Tom Hanks in that movie.

Short of watching one's boy thing in a fit of road rage or a bar fight, I wonder if there is anything in masculinity remotely so worthy of a woman's contemplation as whatever this thing is that seems to seep from her pores.

It's too early for me to tell if she'll wear well musically; she's not really my style. But she's captivating anyway.