"Michelle Dumond (Meshe) is a free-spirited gypsy musician with the soul of a jazz singer and the playfulness of a burlesque performer. Bob Dylan would love her. Rufus Wainwright would drag her onstage with him. Leonard Cohen and Shakira would team up to adopt her. She has the musical skills to establish credibility with a more artsy crowd and the earthiness and humor to make her more accessible to people like me who just love music.
She can convey all kinds of moods with that husky, alluring, commanding voice. She can sing the fun “Bathtub Rag” about soaking in the tub and suddenly fog up the bathroom mirror by crooning invitingly, “So take off your clothes and wet your toes.” She can handle a serious issue with a whimsical approach (the opener “Humanity”).
She can also dim the lights, as she does in the middle of this CD, and turn into a classically-inspired dark gothic composer. “Sandra” and “Au Revoir” are orchestral tapestries of cello, piano, violin, and sweeping melodic drama. I could almost touch the sound – it’s burgundy velvet. After it flowed over me and left me very still, Dumond wisely ended on an up note with “Sick on Christmas,” a wry yet jingling tune. She can do anything.
She can sing anything, play anything, and seduce anyone.
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Show me that I'm creation that I'm just vibration that I'm nothing more
Show me that I'm creativity until i feel it coming out of every poor
soul finds an answer in his own day
every soul finds an answer in her own way
I've been running around looking out for, out for myself
but I don't ever find it, what is it?
I analyze and i fantasize, but I know this body is a big disguise (big as the skies) and it's going to take more than these human eyes to see, to see through to truth
Freedom to and freedom from
my freedom calls me like a lonely drum
but like a 12 year old potted houseplant, I cling to the dirt
and I carry hurt
I analyze and i fantasize, but I know this body is a big disguise (big as the skies) and it's going to take more than these human eyes to see, to see through to truth