I feel strange about reviewing an album that's been in constant rotation on my stereo for years, but I realize that there are still a lot of people who haven't caught on to Susan Tedeschi's talent. When I first saw Tedeschi perform live, I got the same chill down my spine that I got when I initially heard other female singers who, at one time or another, have made the Boston-Cambridge area their musical home - Robin Lane, Aimee Mann, Tracy Chapman, Shawn Colvin, Semenya McCord, Rebecca Parris, Laurie Sargent, and, yes, Bonnie Raitt. Whether it was their voice, their songwriting, their musicianship, their unique interpretations of old standards, or a combination of the above, each of them brought something new to the music world. With Tedeschi, it's that voice! Her guitar work may never become more than pedestrian (for some superb blues guitar, check out Deb Coleman), but to discount the beauty and strength of her voice because her guitar licks aren't there is comparable to dismissing the genius of a Van Gogh painting because his signature was a plain old "Vincent." This album is where it all began and it's a wonderful beginning to what is sure to be a long and rewarding musical career.