Anita O’Day, This Is Anita (1963)
Anita O’Day is a gold standard vocalist for me. Just wonderful. And it goes back to two things. Seeing Jazz On A Summer’s Day at the cinema about 25 years ago – I’d heard her sing before that, knew about her, but that performance – her look and style and the actual energy she puts across (and then finding out what a mess she was and yet still nailing it) is what made me go and listen widely across her catalogue. She’s just the best. And she was sometimes nearly the worst, as a person. There’s also a performance – it’s probably around the time of this album, maybe a wee bit after – where I swear she looks at her watch during one of the solos. So bored. Detached. Get on with it. I need to sing again then fuck off. I love it so much. I tried to incorporate some of that spirit and what it means to me when I wrote about Anita O’Day in this poem here. I love her so much. She knew when and how and why to turn up!
Sample Track: Beautiful Love
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