One day Jeff Laine became Jeff Laine. I'm not talking about his birthday, or the day he got bar mitzvah'd or communioned, or when he lost his cherry or got his driver's license. I came to know Jeff long after these events, when he was an interesting musician and a friend about town.. But he wasn't yet Jeff Laine. Some years passed. We'd have drinks. Share a laugh. And then ... The thing happened. His voice centered, rasped in a subtle new way. It reached right down and grabbed. It became as original as a fingerprint, and there wasn't a contrived moment in his music. Mind you, he was always an interesting player, but now he was Jeff Laine. If you require a comparison, and I don't blame you if you do, I'd say he's the musical descendant of Johnny Cash, but this isn't Johnny Cash music. If you need more description, I add that his music has chunks of blues, rock'n roll, folk, and the constant presence of a true balladeer. I could gild the lily and mention there are stories, mysteries, images, back breaking rhythms, and more in his new album. I wish that everyone everywhere find their true expression. Jeff Laine has found his. It's right here in a...BLUES VEIN.