Winsome and brainy, Ingrid Michaelson's songs play out like indie rom-coms—her self-deprecating protagonists crush out on sweethearts who appreciate their quirkier qualities; they have hot makeouts in weird locations; they weather gruelling breakups that resemble, by turns, open-heart surgery and active combat. The troubadour's feather-light melodies and wry sensibility have made her a favourite of soundtrack supervisors, who've chosen her songs as backdrops for clothing ads and love scenes—connecting, like so many fans, with the beguiling cosiness of Michaelson's gently strummed reflections.