There once was a time when I couldn’t stand Blossom Dearie–not surprising that my opinion stemmed from a 20-second snippet when I was greener than a chef salad. But after listening to her sing “It Might as Well be Spring,” I’ve grown to love that crystalline, kewpie baby-doll voice. She was somehow endearing without being precious or cutesy.
I think the barrier was that my standard faves–Sarah Vaughan, Ella, Lady Day, Carmen McRae, Patricia Barber, even Diane Schuur–sound so much different. They have the classic jazz chops. I doubt the major labels today would touch Blossom if she came along, but I’m glad someone did five decades ago.
Other Blossom Dearie favorites: April in Paris, I Won’t Dance, and They Say It Won’t Last.
Don’t know much about Ms. Dearie, not even sure if she’s still with us. But if you give her a chance–try “I Won’t Dance”–I think you’ll be pleased.
Any other fans out there?