If sophistication and open-hearted goodwill could combine into a sound, what would it be? Enter Kathy Zimmer, a New York City singer/songwriter sporting a richly wistful set of pipes and speaking the language of shell-shocked wildflowers. If you're looking in earnest for something new, this is it. There is an essence of burnished class that exudes from Kathy's voice-think of it in Great Gatsby terms: the money that's in Kathy Zimmer's voice is equal parts lost Spanish Armada treasure and rural American box social baked goods. These two extremes are also present in the songs themselves-beautifully eloquent images fly by while the topics they describe are simple and basic; yes, you too have been there and experienced that... it's just never before been summed up in quite this way. Here's a theory: Joni Mitchell is less jazz and more art song... as is Kathy Zimmer. The girl in the upstairs choir is originally from the rural Great Plains, and she sings to the world with a clear voice and a clear gaze.