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wSaturday, February 14, 2004

DON'T KNOW WHY: For today's Spectator I wrote a review of Norah Jones' latest, ironically titled Feels Like Home:

Come Away With Me sold 18 million copies and the title track received heavy rotation on radio stations. Jones emerged from the shadow of her father, famed sitar player Ravi Shankar, as a jazz/blues musician with a light but pleasant touch. Even the more bluesy songs on the album (i.e., "Cold, Cold Heart") were delivered with a grin.

Her freshman album was hopeful, well produced, and lusty. In the most frankly erotic song of the set, Jones begs a suitor to "come on home and turn me on." Quite a few of the numbers have her hoping, waiting, anticipating that she will be able to hook up with a certain someone. One critic called it music to make out to.

In that vein, we might call Feels Like Home music to break up by. Anticipation has been displaced by uncertainty and regret. "Carnival Town" begins with the Merry-Go-Round as a metaphor for modern life: We whirl around in a hurry and ultimately get nowhere. This circularity surfaces again in "Above Ground" in the form of a ceiling fan which interrupts Jones' burdened thoughts [more]

posted by Jeremy at 12:32 AM