"I didn't feel like I needed anybody's permission or a time-frame," says Diana Krall. "I mean, look at those Vogue shots of Yoko Ono in hot pants recently." The 47-year-old singer and pianist is discussing the rather racy cover shot for her new album, Glad Rag Doll. Something of a homage to Alfred Cheney Johnston's photographs of the Ziegfeld girls, it finds Krall - Mrs Elvis Costello - and mum to their five-year-old twin boys Dexter and Frank looking fabulous in a basque, stockings and suspenders.
"There's a bit of a Bonnie & Clyde thing going on too," she explains. "We got Colleen Atwood [costumer for the film Chicago] to do the styling. I think a lot of people's perception of the 1920s is a flapper dress and a ukulele, but some of those Ziegfeld girls died young and tragically."
Krall and I have met in a shabby-chic hotel on Manhattan's Lower East Side. New York is home for her and Costello these days. The Nanaimo, British Columbia-born singer seems tired today and her speech is a little hesitant, but then she's been up since 6.30am, taking the twins to school. "A little more concealer under the eyes and away we go," she jokes, shrugging the shoulders of her blue pinstripe jacket.
With Marc Ribot - celebrated purveyor of grit to Tom Waits - on guitar, Glad Rag Doll is a clear departure for Krall. Hitherto a mostly smooth-operating jazz singer who has sold 15 million albums and duetted with Tony Bennett, she has now pitched her tent on Tin Pan Alley to cover a number of songs from the 1920s and 1930s. In truth, this material is perhaps closer to Krall's heart than the later-period Great American Songbook fare with which she made her name.
"I knew songs from the early 1900s long before I knew jazz standards," she explains. "My grandfather was a coal miner. They didn't have money, but they had a piano. Sunday roasts were always a time when my uncle would play and we'd go through stacks of old sheet music and sing. That's how I got to know Jean Goldkette's work with Bix Beiderbecke and Gene Austin stuff like When My Sugar Walks Down the Street.