In the sleeve notes for this CD, Jay Brannan says, "I am scared, I am insecure, and I only believe in myself on really good days." I'm sad about that because it's not a good way for anyone to feel. On the other hand, if those feelings can produce art like the art on this CD, I'm just callous enough to say, "Suck it up, Jay, and sing."
Whatever you call the level of talent slightly above genius (and I'm sorry I'm not better at hyperbole), that's what Jay's got musically. Whether it's the blazing, multi-faceted poetry with its quirky, completely unexpected but totally apt images, or the wide-ranging melodies with their lovely little falsetto flips, or the headlong, sometimes impacted rush of phrasing, or the endlessly inventive accompaniment figures of the guitar, or the clever arrangements that seem to rise out of almost nothing, there is nothing on this CD that is not totally brilliant. And to cap it all, there's the dry-eyed yet heartfelt, vulnerable yet resilient, snarky but oh-so-sweet singing of Jay.
A little heartache and pain aside, what's not to love?