Sandra Bernhard, an entertainer I've enjoyed in years past (especially her books), likes to sing. She likes to sing a whole lot and likes to record music and has a new album out, even. Now this is very nice for her, and good going and pip pip and such to her, sincerely. I am always glad when people can do the things they love to do.

But I'll say it. The first time I heard her sing, I thought it was surely part of her comedy act. At best, she has an average pleasant high-school girl voice; at worst, a tremulous, thin, often off-key American Idol-reject warble that makes me wonder if Andy Kaufman is lurking somewhere. Chrissie Hynde sings on one song on Sandra's new album; this for me is a akin to both the sound of screeching car tires and the sound of a car desperately trying to start on a winter's morning, together.

And that's all I have to say about that.