By Josef Woodard
Updated November 12, 1999 at 05:00 AM EST

Here’s a twist: Pianist Jarrett, one of the greatest living jazz improvisers, plays tunes virtually stripped of improv potential. Dedicated to his wife, the album finds Jarrett struggling to resist embellishment or abstraction, savoring such classics as ”Blame It on My Youth” and songs less traveled by jazzers, like ”Shenandoah.” Though verging on intimate romanticism, it’s one of his most radical projects yet. A