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Dressed for success   It's not often that listening to a record evokes the same buzz of satisfaction that one gets upon finishing a particularly ripping book. Seldom does an album sustain an arc of characters and situations that is consistently surprising, amusing and touching. "Little Black Dress and Other Stories" is all this and more.
   
Ex-Portlander Anny Celsi (pronounced Chelsea) departed these rain-damaged streets for the sunny vistas of Los Angeles way back in the '80s. In addition to writing songs, touring, working miserable day jobs and putting out the occasional album, she must have soaked up some of that city's pulp fiction vibe.
   Her new record is rife with tales of troubled, ordinary folks trying to make sense out of their circumstances. Men are driven to desperate measures by calculating women, who are in turn disillusioned by the hollow promises of other, better-dressed men.
   And somehow, all these people meet for a bit of fun and forgetfulness in the same broken-down bar, where a shot of cheap booze rushes to your head like the piercing ring of an alarm clock. In fact, it's probably a joint where a singer very much like Celsi sits on a rickety stage playing her songs and watching the action.
   Gracefully shifting her musical approach, Celsi is comfortable in any number of guises. From the night-crawling torchy pop of "All I'm Gonna Say" and "Wicked Little Heart," to full-tilt country ramblers "Little Black Dress" and "Empty Hangers" the latter of which starts out with the line "Every girl deserves a nervous breakdown" she never drops a stitch. Yet even when she's waxing cynical and forlorn, she can't keep a little bit of girl-group giddiness from creeping into her voice, as on "Summer Fling."
   Celsi has a good lyrical eye, casting trenchant observations on tumbling in and out of love. Her zinger about the end of an affair with a perpetually broke musician is priceless: "You hear one bass solo, girls, you've pretty much heard them all."
   Despite the tough times and trying situations, Celsi clearly cares for her people, as there always seems to be a little bit of light peering through the dusty curtains of that dive bar or seedy hotel. One gets the feeling that the price has been paid and lessons have been learned.
   The album is produced by Kevin Jarvis another Portland music vet who unflappably handles Celsi's many stylistic shifts with finesse, sensitivity and precision.
   And for your reading pleasure, Celsi considerately composed snappy little short stories that accompany each song, found inside the disk cover. It doesn't matter whether you're following her written words or bouncing a foot to the surplus of winning melodies, "Little Black Dress" is a perfect fit.

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