Yes, that’s Nora Jones singing a Willie Nelson song, and in a band named after Willie hisself. The Little Willies. They’re going too fast for the lyrics, but what the hell, they look like they’re having fun. And doesn’t Jim Campilongo spank that plank? Good — extra good.
Nora’s retired now, of course. She sold twenty million copies (!) of her first record, electrifying an entire generation of mopey girls and holding down the ‘eat ice cream from the tub while weeping’ fort until Adele showed up, and immediately started paging through AARP brochures, most likely.
By appearance alone, it’s hard to picture that Nora Jones’ father is Ravi Shankar. It’s like finding a Faberge egg under a Colonel Sanders chicken. Life is full of such mysteries. I can’t understand how my brother can look just like me, and still be so ugly.