content: I don't know why I was disappointed with this. Ever since I saw her in 1976 after an explosive opening set by this guy named Tom Waits, I always expect that same sort of rip your guts out slide guitar and scorching blues/rock sound I heard back in those days.29 years later I can't say any of her albums have been able to capture that sound I recall. Oh, well, it's an old recollection. (But I still recall Tom belting out, "The piano has been drinking, not me. Not me.)Ms. Raitt's albums always seem to be these slickly produced, VH1-friendly collections of other people's songs-hence the awards and sales, etc. This one is no exception. Each song has a made for TV SUV commercial quality to it I just find more than a bit dull.So, curl up, cross that still nice leg underneath you there, purse up those thin, nicely painted lips, sip from a nice hot cup of green tea, adjust that brand new laptop just so, and click NOOOOOO on this review....