Jaime Michaels
Crooked
Frumdahart

"I think too much," claims Jaime Michaels on his new album Crooked. Nonsense. We'd be better off if more artists were as thoughtful as this Rhode Island native. A folk veteran who cut his teeth in Cambridge in the late '60s before cramming his CV with opening slots for Poco and John Hammond, Michaels plays with a rare combination of precision and heart. The thirteen numbers on his seventh solo disc range from sprightly ("Maybe Superman") to wistful reminiscences ("One Spectacular Moon") to playful romps ("Me And The Cat"). Elsewhere the introspective shuffle of "Minnesota" is deeply stirring; "Red Western Flyer" captures youthful ambition and "First Snow" imagines a quiet world where "everything's in order."
Alex Green
