Diana Krall: When I Look In Your Eyes
By jsolof on Sep 09, 2004
Diana Krall has an advantage -- perhaps even an unfair advantage -- over Sarah McLachlan, Sheryl Crowe, Suzanne Vega, Shawn Colvin, and most others whose CDs I've reviewed... and it has nothing to do with the first letter of her name being "D" instead of "S". (That is weird, no?)
It's that they, for the most part, write their own material -- and so they must both create and perform music worthy of that elusive fifth star. She, on the other hand, picks and chooses from the best songs of the twentieth century, and all she has to do is sing them well.
At this, she is simply perfect. Perfect like a perfect summer sunset. Perfect like a perfect autumn day. Perfect like a perfect glass of scotch on a winter's eve, dark and smoky and smooth. (We have no spring in Massachusetts, so I left that out.) Speaking of scotch, I heard, in an interview she did around the time of her marriage to Elvis Costello, that scotch and cigarettes are how she keeps her voice in tune. I hope she was joking. Losing Eva Cassidy to melanoma was quite heartbreaking enough. I'd happily re-play the CDs she's done so far and wish her a long and happy life, smoke-free. No problem on the scotch, though; next one's on me!
Anyway, back to the music. Every song on this disc is a keeper; of all the CDs in my collection, this is one I never tire of. I'll play it five or ten times through before swapping it out for something else. Something not nearly as good. My favorites cuts are Let's Face The Music And Dance, When I Look In Your Eyes, I've Got You Under My Skin, the massively politically incorrect Let's Do It Again, and the slow, simmering bonus track, Why Should I Care?, which she wrote with Clint Eastwood for the closing credits of True Crime. She's known for doing one off-beat song on each CD, and her rendition of Michael Franks' Popsicle Toes is guaranteed to melt any popsicle within 100 yards. It is a thing of (R rated) beauty.
Speaking of beauty, her other quite unfair advantage is that she looks just like she sounds. How did that happen? Then again, I probably look just like I sound. If only I sounded heavenly... Sigh.