Until I heard Helen Merrill (in the mid 70s) I think I’d thought that jazz had to be sung at top volume with heavy duty dynamics and acrobatics if you wanted people to acknowledge your prowess. The things one imagines when one doesn’t know anything.
But I also remember the fabulous Asha Puthli setting me straight on yelling. For this I will forever be grateful. Both of us were in NY at the time, she was a big star and I was vainly trying to follow in her footsteps.
This is really one of my most favourite blues songs because it’s more green than blue, if you know what I mean. Raw with the notes and not so predictable.
PS: On a different subject @ramjeechandran, aren’t you nervous that I’m openly cheating on you with so many guitar players?