You know how some people claim that music is their calling and then you find out that they sing Frank Sinatra's "My Way" at the karaoke bar on Tuesday nights? Well with waify chanteuse Circe Link, the musical calling was the real deal. She woke up one morning with a song in her head that wouldn't go away until she sat down and worked it out. And then another song popped into her head while she was driving home from her day job. And then another and another. So three albums later the lady has honed her craft so flawlessly that listening to her delightfully anachronistic blend of western swing-influenced vocal jazz, you begin to wonder if her musical heart is haunted by the ghosts of Spade Cooley and Patsy Cline.