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1.	I'll Be Satisfied	Play	I'll Be Satisfied Written by Jackie Wilson Just a kiss, just a smile Hold my hand baby, once in a while. And that’s all I need, that’s all I need And I’ll be Satisfied. Think of me, when you’re away Call me darling, just for today That’s all I need, that’s all I need And I’ll be satisfied Oh, true love came to me, when I met you True love makes me know I might not forget you When you’re around me, you know you make me feel Life is worth livin’ baby, when you’re so forgivin’ Lyrics	I'll Be Satisfied Notes I decided to go with this Jackie Wilson tune after much hesitation. Executive Producer Douglas Grossman really loved this song, but I didn't really think it was a good fit for me at the time. Towards the end of making this album, I was going through the biggest break-up of my life, yet he wanted me to sing this silly little love song! Producer Peter Malick told me to play with the lyrics a little, see what emotion I could get out of it to fit where I was at the time. And he was right. I changed just a few words – gave it a tongue in cheek sort of comedy, even in the way I’m singing it, I’m really exuding my own brand of sarcasm here – and now has become one of my absolute favorites on the album. “True love makes me know, I might not forget you”, is originally penned, “True love makes me know I won’t forget you”. Also, “Life is worth livin’ baby, when you’re so forgivin’” is supposed to read, “Life is worth livin’ baby, love is so forgiven." Info
2.	You Crossed the Line	Play	You Crossed the Line Written by Peter Malick You crossed the line when you came home to me Hungry to know who I used to be Your hesitation was my foolish reward You built a playpen outside of my front door Walkin’ into walls with my eyes wide open, Tryin’ to fix what didn’t want to be unbroken. I have to wonder if you’re tears ever flowed like mine I have to wonder when it was you crossed the line. You crossed the line when I woke in your bed And found you hidin’ inside your lonely head. Please tell me baby if everything is just fine Why did you have to jump on to the other side of the line? Must have been crazy to give you my poor heart Had to be blind only dreaming from the start When I start thinking of your lips touching mine I should remember how you crossed the line. You crossed the line, when you called out my name How much you wanted to be part of my game You crossed the line infatuation without doubt Torrance from above could never put this fire out I only saw what you chose for me to see Someday you’ll long to live this promise you made to me Next time you fill her a glass with my red wine, Boy you best remember how it was you crossed the line. And you crossed the line I was 2000 miles from home Said you’d been countin’ down the days you had to be alone You crossed the line, your action, it was the key You broke a future that was ours alone to see. Your voice sparkled in its most seductive tone I believed every word that came across the stupid phone In paradise a prisoner floatin’ on cloud nine Too soon to discover you’d eventually cross that line Lyrics	You Crossed the Line Notes As I stated in "I'll Be Satisfied," I was going through a terrible break-up at the end of making this album. It was a struggle nearly every day to be so emotional, and to be making this music. Producer Peter Malick presented the perfect song for what I was going through and I just fell in love with it immediately. "You Crossed the Line" conveyed every single emotion I was feeling at the time. Info
3.	Fortune Teller	Play	Fortune Teller Written by Hope Waits / Peter Malick Grateful to see this beautiful ocean Burdened by all the things to come Believe me honey I always had the notion To let things fall down one by one Walkin’ the streets of New Orleans Lookin’ to get my fortune told I pass a lady who seemed to be crazy She said, “Baby, your eyes are much too old” And, “Your soul is like a river, it just don’t know how to flow” And, “Your love is like a river, it don’t know where to go” Honey I am not quite finished forgiving It’s only been a year And I would like to sing my song Without having to shed another tear But I still stumble down the alleys of Decatur And it’s like a washing flood I’m still searchin’, searchin’ for my savior I look up, and it’s you, in the place of the sun And your soul is like a river, it just don’t know how to flow Your love is like a river, it don’t know where to go. Grateful to see this beautiful ocean Burdened by all the things to come Believe me honey I’ve always had the notion To let things fall down And your love, like the fall You said, it is a fair weathered friend And my love, like the fall Just don’t know, it just don’t know when to end And love, love, love. Oh this love… Lyrics	Fortune Teller Notes It’s been a while, but I just remember mostly thinking about New Orleans when I wrote this, and how this city meant so much to me with this guy I was breaking up with; the guy who I pretty much sang the entire record for. And I’d remembered a few years back once when I was in the city I decided to get my palm read for the first (and only) time. It was this really old lady, and I think she was blind in one eye. She told me I had found the “one”, that he was a friend, someone I already knew, but who I’d just started to see in a different light, and we were soul mates. He wasn’t there, and I hadn’t told her, but I just started dating this guy who’d I’d known for years. A good friend and a band mate from my first band. And then here I was, all those years later going through our breakup, and Katrina happened the year before. Maybe I’m saying too much here, but the lyrics I came up with had to do with how I felt like that love hadn’t really failed me, but that the river had just washed it away, and maybe we’d just lost track of it. I was hopeful in thinking he’d come back to me like the ocean tide, or once the weather got a little nicer. Just like the people of NOLA hoped life would go back to normal after the flood, I’d hope life would go back to the way it was for me. Info
4.	Yesterdays	Play	Yesterdays Written by Jerome Kern / Otto Harbach Yesterdays Yesterdays Days I knew as happy sweet Sequestered days Olden days Golden days Days of mad romance and love Then gay youth was mine Truth was mine Joyous free in flame and life Then sooth was mine Sad am I Glad am I For today I’m dreamin' of Yesterdays Yesterdays Yesterdays Days I knew as happy sweet Sequestered days Olden days Golden days Days of mad romance and love For then gay youth was mine Truth was mine Joyous free in flame and life Then sooth was mine Sad am I Glad am I For today I’m dreamin' of Yesterdays Lyrics	Yesterdays Notes Ok, so those who know me know that I’m a huge fan of Billie Holiday. Words cannot convey how much I love her sense of style and raw emotion. So, it was only natural that putting one of her songs on this record of throw backs was a must! I love so much of her material, and it was truly difficult to chose just one song, but once I listened to "Yesterdays," I was convinced. It’s a little more obscure, and that was something that was important to me. Another factor was that I really wanted to focus on the sounds of New Orleans, and with the horn section we added to this song, I think we accomplished that. The three horn players (Woodford, Thornberg, and Marsh) just blew my mind when they came in to the studio on a Sunday afternoon to record this and many other wonderful New Orleans flavored tracks. Info
5.	Get Behind the Mule	Play	Get Behind the Mule Written by Tom Waits / Kathleen Brennan Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat goin’ to the bottom, goin’ down the drain Said she wasn't big enough to carry it She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods You gotta meet me by the fall down tree Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid And I know they'll come lookin for me boys And I know they'll come a-lookin for me You got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow You got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Get behind the Mule In the morning and plow You got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Big Jack Earl was 8'1 He stood in the road and he cried He couldn't make her love him Couldn't make her stay But tell the good Lord that he tried Now, tell the good Lord that he tried (Chorus) Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville On the wreck of the Weaverville stage Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys Stirring my brandy with a nail (Chorus) Punctuated birds on the power line In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks I'm diggin’ all the way to China with a silver spoon while the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys the hangman fumbles with the noose (Chorus) Lyrics	Get Behind the Mule Notes No one does music like Tom. He captivates with every syllable that comes out of his mouth. "Get Behind the Mule" was something I saw a group of guys getting down to on the back porch of an old shotgun shack in some unknown place down south where I’m from. Everybody playing these broken down strange looking instruments, drinking beer, and eating crawfish Etouffee. I like the repetition of the chorus, because it takes on the meaning brilliantly. "Get behind the mule in the morning and plow." Over and over again, we do things we just have to do sometimes. But hopefully we have enough joy at the end of the day to celebrate and make music. Info
6.	Ring Them Bells	Play	Ring Them Bells Written by Bob Dylan Ring them bells, you heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams, For they're deep and they're wide And the world's on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride. Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow, Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know. Oh it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow. Ring them bells Sweet Martha, For the poor man's son, Ring them bells so the world will know That God is one. Oh the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep And the mountains are filled With lost sheep. Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf, Ring them bells for all of us who are left, Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through. Ring them bells, for the time that flies, For the child that cries When innocence dies. Ring them bells St. Catherine From the top of the room, Ring them from the fortress For the lilies that bloom. Oh the lines are long And the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong. Lyrics	Ring Them Bells Notes I’d never heard this song before Peter gave it to me in the studio. It brought tears to my eyes before the first verse was even over. I loved the emotion, and I love Bob Dylan, so it wasn’t difficult to decide that I wanted to try this song for the record. There were several songs we were debating that never made it past the scratch tracks, because ones like this just really shined through. Lyrically you can’t get any better than Dylan. He’s so simple, yet complex. His politics, romance, and poetry all swim together beautifully to me. One of my absolute favorite Dylan songs is "4th Time Around." I could play it a thousand times and never be bored. I just thought I’d throw that out there for ya☺ Info
7.	Drown In My Own Tears	Play	Drown In My Own Tears Written by Ray Charles It brings a tear into my eyes When I begin to realize, That I've cried so much, Since you've been gone, I guess I'll drown in my own tears I sit and cry just like a child My pouring tears are runnin' wild If you don't think you'll be home soon I guess I'll drown in my own tears I know it's true that into each life some rain, rain must pour I'm so blue here without you It keeps raining more and more Why can't you just come on home Oh yes so I won't be all alone if you don't think you'll be home soon I guess I'll drown in my own tears Drown in my own tears Don't make me Drown in my own tears I'm in trouble, baby Help me now, help me now Oh, don't make me drown I'm beggin' you baby Lyrics	Drown In My Own Tears Notes I love, love, love this man. I don't think I need to say anything more. And yes, it was the perfect song for my life at the time. I guess looking back; I wanted to capture everything I was going through so I wouldn't forget, so he wouldn't forget what we were. Info
8.	The Ballad of Judith Anne	Play	The Ballad of Judith Anne Written by Hope Waits / Peter Malick Wish I could hear you out of my good ear Never was much for peace and quiet dear But I've walked the line every time like a good girl should Until then the weight of those days made a difficult play When you left for good So now this bag of bones I've been known to carry This bag of bones has gotten way too heavy She was such a beautiful girl With her Shirley Temple curls and mischievous eyes But oh, I'm afraid we will never know from that faded look in her smile It's such a shame, such a shame, such a shame, how pictures can sometimes lie So now this bag of bones I've been known to carry This bag of bones has gotten way to heavy All we have are pictures from the day when she was loved Someone knows her deeply and holds the secrets I'd like to be privy of But no one is left who remembers that girl With her Shirley Temple curls and mischievous smile Only my dreams piece together the scenes of a life she once had Goodbye my sweet Judith Ann All the things she signified have been buried since she died Goodbye my sweet Judith Anne This next stop is mine, and I'm travelling light This next stop is mine, and I'm travelling light Lyrics	The Ballad of Judith Anne Notes I started writing the first bit of this song on a flight out to L.A. during the time I was working on the record. I remember falling asleep on the plane, and I was pretty out of it. I fell asleep on this business dude's shoulder while he was watching a movie on his laptop. I remember thinking, "man, I'm leaning against him with my crappy ear, I wish I could hear this out of my good ear". It was one of those moments where you immediately think you have a good line, or a good idea for a song, so I forced myself to wake out of this dreamy slumber to scribble down those lyrics. An entire verse came out immediately. It ended up being a song about my mom and how my sister's and I visited our great-aunt in Ohio that summer. She blew us away with how much she looked like mom, and pulled out this hope chest of all these treasures from my mom's past. It was like the best gift you could have ever given someone. But it was bitter sweet because Aunt Pat didn't know much about most of the memories in that box. My mom moved to Los Angeles with her mother when she was 16, and her father was a big mystery as well. We had so many questions Aunt Pat couldn't answer, so we had to deduct from a photo, or from an old sweater, or class yearbook. Info
9.	Cigarettes and Coffee	Play	Cigarettes and Coffee Written by Otis Redding It's so early in the morning, about a quarter till three I'm sittin' here talkin' with my baby Over cigarettes and coffee, now I would like to tell you that, Darling I've been so satisfied Honey since I met you, Baby since I've met you All the places I've been around, and all the good looking boys I've met They just don't seem to fit in, Knowing this is particularly sad, yeah But it seemed so natural, darling, that you and I are here Just talking over cigarettes and drinking coffee And my whole heart cries out Love at last I've found you And honey won't you let me, just let me Build my whole life around you And how complete, how complete my whole life would be If you would take things under consideration And walk down this aisle with me I would love it, yeah It's so early in the morning It's a quarter till three We're sittin' here talkin' Over cigarettes and drinking coffee, now, lord And would like to tell you, well I've known nothing but good old joy Since I met you, Honey since I've met you I would love to have another drink of coffee, now And please, darling, help me smoke just one more cigarette I don't want no cream and sugar, because I've got you Just help me enjoy this good time that we'll have It's so early, so early in the morning So early, so early in the morning And I've got you And you've got me And we'll have each other And we don't, we don't need nothing but good ole joy Lyrics	Cigarettes and Coffee Notes I really wanted to do an Otis Redding song. Some of his other stuff is covered so much; I really wanted to do something a little more unique. I had never heard this tune before, but I'm so glad Doug gave it to me as an option for the record. When this song was presented, I was still in a relationship with my ex, and it reminded me of us so very much. Neither of us smoked, but we loved our Sunday morning breakfast with tons of coffee and talking. It was the one thing that we'd done for years, and was the one thing that made me fall in love with him so many years before. It really was 3am in the morning one night after a long tete a tete that I just knew. So, even though we've parted ways, I can still hear this song and it makes me smile because it symbolizes the sweetness we shared. Info
10.	Mother-In-Law Blues	Play	Mother-In-Law Blues Written by Don Robey It was early in the mornin', I heard a rooster crow for days It was early in the mornin', I heard a rooster crow for days I looked out my window and saw my baby walk away I thought "Lord, please stop him, ain't gonna get drunk no more" I thought "Lord, please stop him, ain't gonna get drunk no more" I hollered out my window, "Come back baby please don't go" I know he heard me callin', he looked back and waved his hand I know he heard me callin', he looked back and waved his hand I could hear him tell his momma, "That's one no good woman!" Well, I watched my baby leave, his momma had him by the hand Well, I watched my baby leave, his momma had him by the hand I'd give anything I have, just to see my man again Lyrics	Mother-In-Law Blues Notes Peter Malick told me I was born to sing the blues. So we just had to do this fun little song. Again, this was a song I'd never heard, but Peter knew just exactly what I was going through at the time, and when he presented it I just laughed and laughed. It was perfect. This was one of the last picks I think, so by then I was going through the break-up and the sweet love song vibe was thrown out the window. The lyrics to this song describe that really bad fight we had, after way too much to drink, and me blaming all of the problems we had on his mother. Yikes. She's really a sweet lady. At least she still calls me. : ) Info
11.	Come Rain or Shine	Play	Come Rain or Shine Written by Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you come rain or come shine High as a mountain and deep as a river come rain or come shine I guess when you met me it was just one of those things But don't ever bet me cause I'm gonna be true if you let me You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me come rain or come shine Happy together unhappy together and wont it be fine? Days may be cloudy or sunny, we're in or were out of the money But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you come rain or come shine High as a mountain deep as a river come rain or come shine I guess when you met me it was just one of those things But don't ever bet me cause I'm gonna be true if you let me You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me come rain or come shine Happy together unhappy together and wont it be fine? Days may be cloudy or sunny we're in or were out of the money Oh, and I'm with you always, I'm with you I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine Lyrics	Come Rain or Shine Notes This was one of the two songs I was asked to sing when I first met Peter Malick and Doug Grossman back in 2005. I was only given the Ray Charles version, but remembered Billie Holiday sang it too. Many people say Mercer and Arlen may have written this just for her. I love, love, love the song, but felt like I needed to do something really different. I thought it would be a great idea to make it really dark, really ominous. All I wanted was Jeff Turmes on upright bass and this sort of off-beat or missed-beat syncopation. With the strings too, it's just awesome. Kind of in a psycho obsessed ex-girlfriend awesomeness. Info
12.	Ignatius	Play	Ignatius Written by Hope Waits / Peter Malick So it ends this thing you found in me Story sends those words that have abandoned me Life pretends, in a way, you grounded me So now I send my love through a song As I sit, I stare into a sky filled with wonder Like the kind we both plundered in the night Life is framed by posters of things we are most fond of If I had a poster to hang it would be of you So here we go our separate ways How your eyes, oh how they sway Now I'll try to smile at strangers As they pass us on our way Here we go Goodbye my sweet illusion Illuminated by a dream Without words, without confusion This transfusion is some kind of thing And here we go, our separate ways How your eyes, oh how they sway Now I'll try to smile at strangers As they pass us on our way Here we go How your eyes Oh how they sway Lyrics	Ignatius Notes Most people who've asked about my songs always ask me about Ignatius. Who it is or what it's about. I wrote this many years ago with a very light-hearted, cheesy kind of melody; up-tempo and cheerful. Sort of a send you on your way song to a guy I really liked who I knew it would never work out with. I remember being so nervous when I sang it to him the first time. He was adorable and so loving, that it wasn't a bad thing when we stopped seeing each other; it was just the next natural step in our journey. Gosh, that sounds cheesy. So, Peter gave it this dreamy, soothing melody. So much better than the way I wrote it. Oh, about the guy, Ignatius. His catholic confirmation name was Saint Ignatius. I didn't want certain people to know who it was about, so I used our little code by using his catholic name. I guess they know now. Info

Hope Waits

From Downbeat Magazine - Michael Point

Any correlation between sales and significance has become meaningless in an era where the female voice enjoys unprecedented commercial success in almost all musical genres. The quality to quantity ratio has become a casualty, as record companies rush to package and promote minimally talented female singers with undeveloped musical abilities.

Hope Waits provides a uniformly enjoyable alternative on a debut recording permeated with common sense and decidedly uncommon sensuality. She effortlessly transcends influences and comparisons with a fully formed and highly personalized vision and approach.

Having triumphed over all manner of early personal hardships, Waits comes across with the quiet strength and self-confidence of a survivor. She uses her Louisiana background to the fullest in a brilliantly produced album that creates a sonic gumbo where sounds bubble to the surface briefly before submerging back into the mix.

Making the most of the situation, Waits infuses some supple energy into the Tom Waits (no, he's not related) "Get Behind the Mule" mantra, delivers a testifying take of Bob Dylan's "Ring Them Bells" and drops down for the deep, horn-drenched blues on "Dorn In My Own Tears." She sets "Yesterdays" free from the Billie Holiday catalog by relocating it to the Crescent City with a New Orleans horn arrangement featuring classy clarinet work from Dave Marsh. Waits is equally evocative with all musical dynamics, whether a minimalist late night rendition of "Come Rain Or Shine" that opens with little more than acoustic bass, smoldering vocals and a splash of cymbals or the forceful "You Crossed the Line" with its pulsating, edgy energy.

Although Waits arrives with an impressive amount of already realized potential, the three original songs, all co-written with producer Peter Malick, effectively foreshadow a further expansion of her talents. The enlightened album closer, "Ignatius," is its longest and most adventurous song.

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1.	Melody Gardot • "Goodnite"
2.	Madeleine Peyroux • "Dance Me to the End of Love"
3.	Cassandra Wilson • "Lover Come Back To Me"
4.	Sophie Milman • "Lonely in New York"
5.	Hope Waits • "I'll Be Satisfied"	Play
6.	Kate Paradise • "Mean to Me"
7.	Jennifer Hartswick • "Lover Man"
8.	Stacey Kent • "Shall We Dance?"
9.	Della Griffin • "It Could Happen to You"
10.	Etta James • "Since I Fell for You"

Women of Jazz

Putumayo's latest release, Women of Jazz, showcases the originality and artistry of 10 exceptional female vocalists from North America. This collection offers extraordinary artists from several eras - legends who have inspired today's generation, stars of the contemporary jazz world and young women just now starting to make their mark on jazz history. Women of Jazz captures the depth and diversity of the female jazz experience.

Women of Jazz includes original songs alongside classic 1920s ballads and Broadway show tunes. A true reflection of the creativity of today's female jazz artists, their songs often combine jazz with unexpected influences such as rhythm and blues and country ballads.

Melody Gardot's song "Goodnite" showcases her subtly hip and swinging style. Madeleine Peyroux, whose sultry voice resembles that of Billie Holiday, turns Leonard Cohen's folk song into a jazz classic. Sophie Milman, winner of Canada's 2007 Juno award for best jazz vocal album, gives an inspired performance that incorporates gypsy violin and klezmer.

Several songs add a contemporary twist to well known tunes. Cassandra Wilson, a world-renowned jazz innovator, provides a modern take on the classic "Lover Come Back to Me". Hope Waits' rendition of "I'll be Satisfied," a 1950s rhythm and blues hit for crooner Jackie Wilson, sounds as if it had been written today by a contemporary singer-songwriter. Kate Paradise, part of the new generation of jazz musicians, provides her vocal improvisation of the classic tune "Mean to Me." Jennifer Hartswick, who was a guest vocalist on several of the band Phish's recordings, offers a new version of Billie Holiday's "Lover Man." Also on the collection, rising star Stacy Kent sings "Shall We Dance?" from The King and I.

Della Griffin, who sang with doo-wop and jazz groups in New York in the 1950s and spent most of the 1970s and 1980s as the featured artist at Harlem's Blue Book Club, offers her interpretation of the jazz standard "It Could Happen to You." Etta Jones, a jazz and blues legend, closes the album with the classic "Since I Fell for You."

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