Powerline has a short post on WH valentines. They are funny.
This brings back a great memory. A friend of mine is a really good singer — very much in demand at weddings and funerals, sings with a jazz band, etc. She and I and another friend were at a writing conference in Hartford CT a few years ago, and we went out to dinner at a place that turned out to have a piano bar. The piano player was pretty good. After one set, we encouraged my friend to volunteer to sing a song. One of us went up and asked the manager, and he asked the piano player, and they agreed to let her sing one song — it was clear they were just being nice. So my singer friend conferred with the piano player and this is the song they decided to do. At first nobody paid any attention, except the manager and the bartender who seemed to be bracing themselves for the worst. But pretty soon everyone got really quiet, because my friend is really good! At the end of the song the whole place went crazy and they asked her to do one more. A lovely memory! (And, yes, a difficult song!)
That’s a splendid account of a beautiful event, Sarah. Many thanks for telling it.
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Quite a voice it turns out Nurse Dixie McCall had!
I think this would be one of the most difficult songs to sing among such standards. The melody never seems to go where I expect.
I guess Halloween would be the day to post the Rodgers and Hart tune I consider their finest, “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered”.
Always delightful to hear Sarah Vaughan sing anything.
Another variation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRKLnmzdwyc
Powerline has a short post on WH valentines. They are funny.
This brings back a great memory. A friend of mine is a really good singer — very much in demand at weddings and funerals, sings with a jazz band, etc. She and I and another friend were at a writing conference in Hartford CT a few years ago, and we went out to dinner at a place that turned out to have a piano bar. The piano player was pretty good. After one set, we encouraged my friend to volunteer to sing a song. One of us went up and asked the manager, and he asked the piano player, and they agreed to let her sing one song — it was clear they were just being nice. So my singer friend conferred with the piano player and this is the song they decided to do. At first nobody paid any attention, except the manager and the bartender who seemed to be bracing themselves for the worst. But pretty soon everyone got really quiet, because my friend is really good! At the end of the song the whole place went crazy and they asked her to do one more. A lovely memory! (And, yes, a difficult song!)
That’s a splendid account of a beautiful event, Sarah. Many thanks for telling it.