I know it wasn't an ideal father-daughter situation but it's still cool that her dad is Ravi Shankar.

I don't know. It's kind of like Henry and Mike Bibby. You want it to be cool, but it's not as satisfying as it could be.

Then there's this guy...

I hear you on the Bibby angle. That's what makes Stephon Curry's story so nice down at Golden State.

One things for sure: Norah's voice is touched by the angels. It's not Van Halen but in its own way, it is kicking every bit as much ass as Van Halen. Those are some devastating vocals she's bringing here. If that song went on one more verse, I'd be in love with her.

On a humorous note:
Longtime musicians might notice the flicker of concern/doubt on Norah's face as the guitar player gets off to a shaky start. This eventually turns into a nice smile when he brings it home unscathed.
As a member of many bands, I always enjoyed the comedy aspects when a problem arose. Before you can return to your "we're cool" expression there is that involuntary flicker of mild alarm and frankly, I see it here as the guitarist goes clunky for a few bars at the beginning of his solo.

I had a big problem not cracking up at times like this. Especially for major screw-ups. You know when the drummer is singing and his microphone is slowly sinking down out of reach. Funny stuff like the monitor speakers blowing and starting to crackle, spark and smoke during a song. Oh, the laughs we had.

Norah Jones? She shouldn't have to deal with any of that. She's perfect. An absolute, 100% gold-plated angel.

"Norah Jones? She shouldn't have to deal with any of that. She's perfect. An absolute, 100% gold-plated angel. "

That's exactly what I was thinking.

I'm not trashing the guitarist but just imagine if this song had Mark Knopler.
(God, I love thinking about music.)