Whoever invented the phrase homina homina homina had birds like Megan Birdsall in mind. When this gorgeous, 28-year-old local jazz diva parts her red lips and sends forth a volley of sweet, soulful, swinging tones into the smoky nightclub air, you'll wish you were hearing not deep, Ella Fitzgerald enunciations but instead a breathy proclamation of love for your average ass. Sorry, Charlie. Not in a million fucking years. Though Birdsall sends shivers down the loins of all onlookers who possess ears, eyeballs and half a pulse, she's also an impeccable musician who can hang with the town's best jazzers. She'll jazz up the Beatles, Al Green or "Wichita Lineman," then nail the standards — and look good doing it. The sad side of the story is that Birdsall recently developed jaw arthritis that will require extensive (and expensive) reconstructive surgery. Though in constant pain for most of the year, she has still managed to keep gigging and has even recorded an album, set for release on October 17. Buy it. Charity has never been so sexy.
