Ashlee Simpson has always loved music. In fact, a lot of people love music; they just don't make records. Simpson, however, was to the manor -- actually, the reality-show crash pad -- born. She's the sister of superstar Jessica, daughter of super-Svengali Joe. Entertainment is her provenance. Who can blame a young woman endowed with such ridiculous good fortune for hiring the best producer money can buy?
''I Am Me" -- Simpson's sophomore effort, in stores today -- is a great John Shanks album. Shanks is a savvy pop producer who's brightened and plumped up tracks from the likes of Alanis Morissette and Sheryl Crow. He's also a veritable sorcerer to modestly gifted teenagers who trade in trendy radio product. Lindsay Lohan, Hilary Duff, and Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen have all utilized his services, but Shanks has outdone himself on ''I Am Me," which leaps from the speakers with such spirited anonymity a listener is tempted to ignore the irony that saturates every funkified guitar riff and ersatz punk snarl: that Simpson's audaciously titled musical statement of autonomy and defiance is somebody else's clever idea.