Here’s a true story: I burned my mother a copy of Jamie Cullum’s debut album twentysomething
after I bought it. She loved it (I knew she would. It’s kind of mom-rock.) Her penchant for his jazz piano covers made me question, however, whether I was slowly turning into my parents. It was a real nature/nurture kind of inner struggle. Then her dog ate the CD, and she never got herself another copy. So, I absolved myself of any further thought that my taste in music was compromised.
Besides, there are probably worse things to have your tastes morph into than semi-flaccid, jazzy reinterpretations of recent hits, aren’t there? (On a final note, I actually really liked his first album, despite my indications otherwise.)
Jamie Cullum – Frontin’ (mp3) from twentysomething
