The conspicuous charm of Jane Monheit’s latest tribute to Ella Fitzgerald is that is does not sound conspicuously like Ella Fitzgerald. That’s conspicuously charming. You’ll find plenty of other stuff to love, I’m sure. Willie Nelson earns praise for sounding like he’s singing in his car. Jane Monheit sounds like she took the persona of an opera diva (not a diva diva) and assumed the diva’s point of view, but toned it down just a few notches, singing in, let’s say, her bathroom, alone, just her and the sink and the shower and the toilet and maybe some ikebana. Private joy. Private sadness. But a diva, being a diva (even a diva diva), can’t help projecting. Can’t help putting it over. by Andrew Hamlin