Madeleine Peyroux’s 1996 debut album, Dreamland, arrived at a curious time in New York, when Grand Royal magazine and the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion ruled the scene. A quiet, whimsical collection of standards including covers of Patsy Cline and Edith Piaf, Peyroux’s collaboration with downtown jazz luminaries James Carter, Cyrus Chestnut and Marc Ribot failed to make a massive splash, instead hovering in cult status for eight long years. Fast-forward to the post–Norah Jones New York landscape, and Peyroux has all of a sudden received gales of attention, especially for her album of enduring classics Careless Love. She brings her voice, hued strongly with Billie Holiday, and her astonishingly demure stage presence to town on Wednesday, Aug. 5, to the Wells Fargo Center. 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. 8pm. $20–$70. 707.546.3600.Gabe Meline
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