Marianne Dissard sings in French. I didn't understand a word, but she's intense. Jazzy combo backing, Dissard sings full throated, like a deeper, less warbly Edith Piaf. Facial expressions and hand gestures add to the effect. Super sensual French lounge-pop. I could fall in love.
With a guitar player, drummer on small kit and Christian the bitters-drinking Italian on keyboards [borrowed from Freddy B], she charmed the small but enthusiastic crowd. Her voice was full of longing and yearning.
Her last song before an uncontrived, unplanned encore, was sung Spanish ("since we live in Tuscon there's tons of mariachi"). Still didn't understand the words, but it didn't matter. Everything made perfect sense.
And kudos to Warren for the perfect sound mix, open yet full and not too loud. Although you could hear the rumble of bar talk during some of her songs, any louder would have spoiled the mood.
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