Ingrid Michaelson must be cursing the producers of Friends for ending the show, as she appears to be musically distilled from a cauldron full of Ross n’ Rachael DVD box-sets.
Or maybe not, as I notice from her publicity bumph that her inoffensive, quirk-by-numbers bland-o-rama has been snapped up by the producers of Grey’s Anatomy. Ho hum. If you’re missing Torn-period Natalie Imbruglia or find Suzanne Vega a bit old-fashioned and cerebral, then give Ms. Michaelson a listen. She’s done it all on her own, you know.