Barbara Lane would make a fine concert pianist or a piano teacher. The French Quarter denizen plays with a style that lets you kow she controls the keyboard—whether it is adagio or allegro—and the keyboard work is first-rate. However, Barbara Lane is less than a good singer. She tries perhaps half a dozen styles and none of them quite click. The voice is thin with not enough body or texture.

The verses in many of the songs are choppy and they don’t flow smoothly. Halfhearted attempts to rhyme sound clumsy, contrived and at times downright silly. For example in “White Mercedes,” two of the lines read, “Oh I like the way you drive real slow and look at me like that. When you wanna go real fast – ooowee jumpin’ Jehosephat!” Now when in the last forty years have you heard that inane expression?