Beautiful as it is, musical talent is not uncommon, especially not in this town. Any day of the week, you can walk into a half-dozen or more local venues where you will find fulfilling, inspiring music. But it's a rare day when you stumble across stage presence. Charisma is famously hard to define, as it should be -- anything shared by Prince and John Goodman should be elusive. Whatever it is, Jennifer Swift has it. It's not simply sex appeal, though certainly she has that, and it's not only vocal prowess, though her voice is powerful and subtle. It might be the way she inhabits her body with such ease and sensuous acceptance. She never seems to perform; she seems only to express elements of the music naturally, in the spirit of someone amusing herself singing along to the car stereo. And you can't take your eyes or ears off her -- that is, if you are lucky enough to stumble across her onstage, which is not easy to do, given that she has taken a hiatus from performing, having tired of her previous band, the New Patrons of Husbandry. She seems in no hurry to start something else, but has remarked that when she does, it will have some Velvet Underground feel. You'll know when she gets it together: Just keep going to gigs and watching for the woman you can't take your eyes or ears off.