If only the outline mattered, then knowing that Dianna Cristaldi was born in rural upstate New York, has two daughters, is a striking brunette with an incandescent personality and a smokey, soulful voice would be all you need to know about her. But a person\'s life is more than the short-form. In Dianna\'s case what really matters is that she\'s been beaten up enough by living to have learned to be tough as nails. She\'s also loved and been loved enough to have learned to temper that with gentleness. She\'s lost enough to know the value of things and laughed at herself enough not to take it all too seriously. She\'s got a passion for living that\'s seen her travel from Bosnia to the Peruvian Amazon and she\'s strong enough to have surrendered to the spirits of the mystical plants offered by the shamans there. She\'s passionate, wild, open, giving, unfettered, loose and smart. She\'s a mother, a lover, a sister, a daughter and a friend and her music reflects the whole picture, from the hardships she\'s borne to the love she\'s received. Her lyrics are darts to the heart of the heart, cutting cleanly through the bullshit to reach the point where it all comes into focus, when the feelings become touch and the touch is fire-hot. Her voice is rich and her music swells...she will be the ghost haunting your soul, the genie playing at the edges of your sight. Go ahead, dance with her. She\'ll never let you go... American Journalist Peter Gorman.