In retrospect, Pete Yorn's two-CD live set from last year might've been a bit premature. Though the hunky New Jersey-born singer-songwriter's 2001 debut, Musicforthemorningafter
, built a sizable buzz on the back of a handful of modest radio hits (not to mention his good looks or his brother Rick's status as a high-powered Hollywood superagent), Yorn isn't the type of star whose fame demands such extravagance -- especially after only two records. Still, Yorn's wacky live-album move is indicative of how he approaches his career: As much as he's a commercial crooner firmly in sync with the post-David Gray sensitive-male paradigm, he's kind of a maverick too, never letting his concern for accessibility get in the way of his desire to indulge an off-the-cuff recording idea or two. The brief tour that brings Yorn to town this week finds him taking a break from mixing the 24 songs he recorded in L.A. for the follow-up to 2003's Day I Forgot
-- which, he promises on his website, "WILL NOT BE A DOUBLE ALBUM."