Monday, May 17, 2004

In response to popular demand, here's Guy Dixon's piece on Leslie Feist. On a side note, Guy, Carl and the rest of the Globe's Review staff are about to get a new editor. Good luck to all.

Singer finds she's a freer woman in Paris
At one point she shouts, "eh, Jean-Michel," and lets out a whistle. She's meeting friends in the city that she's beginning to consider home, and talking long distance on her cellphone about the circuitous route that brought her there in the first place. Sounds of birds and children from an ocean away are coming through the tinny reception. It seems so near and yet so subtly foreign, like her new music.

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