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Unlike so many of the postmodern divas who’ve picked and borrowed from her work (Bjork, Tori Amos, Suzanne Vega), grand themes are not Rickie Lee Jones’ forte. Sound has always been her game, and she’s got a voice that never shirks the task; in her twee, chirpy croon, Jones often sounds partially awake or half-sober, slurring entire series of notes in order to keep from deciding on just one. Throughout a career marked by both indecision and ambition, Jones has applied her voice to nearly every context available to an El Lay songstress—art-rock, new-age folk, and Steely Dan-style jazz-pop. Jones’ latest, Ghostyhead, is an airy, beat-wise affair perfectly suited to a singer fascinated by the sensual world and all the pleasure and ache that lurk therein. Whether or not it’s her finest hour is debatable. Regardless, it’s encouraging to know that after drifting through so many peaks and valleys Jones still believes in angels. At 7:30 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $17.50. (202) 393-0930. (Brett Anderson)