Took a chance and rolled up on the singer/songwriter showcase at The Club @ Water Street Wednesday night. Half the battle in supporting local music is encouraging it to stay original. Most artists I talk with want to play their own stuff exclusively, but demand often dictates differently. Kaylin Cervini is one of those artists. Though the young lady in all her barefoot elegance pulled out a couple of covers, including a passionate take on "Summertime," she mostly stuck to her original guns.
Her lyrics aren't necessarily that unique or profound as she addresses love, love lost, and the endless confusion and twilight in between, but her voice demands attention. Cervini serves up a heady and sensuous contralto that sailed above her abbreviated backing band. She can belt, that's for sure, but when she hovers in that lower, throatier register, it gets downright steamy.