We went to a terrific concert last night at The Greek, near Griffith Observatory. Lyle Lovett and His Large Band played a fantastic set of Lovett's trademark jazz/country/blues/pop, with smooth vocals, clever lyrics, and great showmanship (down to Lovett's aw-shucks low-key patter between songs). Every time Lovett talked about how complicated love was, however, I felt like asking him, "Aren't you over Julia yet?"
The opening set was by Madeleine Peyroux, a French-American singer with a voice remarkably like Billy Holiday's. Although she mainly sang in English (one song was in French), it had that french sense of melancholy, and listening to it made me think of sitting in a bistro on the left bank of the Seine with a glass of wine and a crusty baguette. Since I've never actually done that, I'll credit the music with simply creating a vivid atmosphere.