Apr 19, 2009 01:09
Everybody knows they ought to love Frank Sinatra, just like everybody knows you ought to love Ella Fitzgerald. You listen to them sing and, sure, you get it, to not get it just isn't possible - there's a level of professional perfection that just out and out beats all.
But really, it isn't Frank or Ella who make my toes curl up in that yummy way - it's Bobby Darin and Bessie Smith. When you look at really fine exquisite china, you check it for crazing, that sort of rash that indicates the piece isn't any good. Me I've always thought crazing rather striking. Bobby and Bessie have crazed voices, tiny cracks, personal quirks - delicious rarities - you can hear life in them when they're singing - they love singing but they aren't going to have you believe it's not hard work.
Marianne Faithfull agrees, it's kind of impossible for me to say anything bad about this 2 disc set I've got here. I've had it on all day and it's just really well put together, it really soars and then punches you in all the right places. Marianne Faithfull's always had the kind of voice I'd kill for and it's wonderful to finally hear her singing strictly, well, dessert, you get me?
Having an album that I can put on and sit on my windowsill and just stare out at the skyline to is something akin to heaven. I'm not in Providence so I can't look at the ocean to regain perspective, but between her voice and the ferocious cityscape being reminded of just how small I am is a sure thing.