People often ask me these days whether I have made a conscious move away from Jazz. It’s not that I have closed the door at all, it’s just at the moment, my journey is taking me down a different route, and whilst Jazz was my first proper musical love, I do like to try new things and right now that means new genres with new friends and colleagues.
Last week, however, I was asked to do a corporate jazz gig in the summer– toe-tapping standards will be the order of the day. This will be the first in over a year so obviously I jump at the chance to perform as it feels kind of strange not to as a singer, especially for such a prolonged period.
In preparation for the gig, I started leafing through my files of charts; looking at what I used to sing on a regular basis and which songs I was still drawn to. It was like a trip down memory lane, discovering songs I haven’t sung for a while is a bit like getting a phone call from an old friend.
Very quickly I remembered why I love the songs I first learnt in my early teens and why I have spent the best part of the last decade singing them.
I know a lot of people think of jazz as intellectual music, clever and elitist even and I suppose there is an element of that. After all there are a plethora of incredibly well schooled, talented musicians out there and to watch them groove and improvise can be breathtaking.
But for me, jazz is often about stating a song, even if it not sung. It’s about simplicity, timing, space, phrasing and emotion.
Maybe predictably as a singer I am especially drawn to the songs that are melancholic; the lyrics that walk the line between honesty and escapism. And there are many Jazz standards that fill these criteria.
I think there is a reason many of us, not just angst ridden singers love a song about heart break, it’s something we can all identify with - and the poignancy of a sorrowful lyric with a sweet melody is something jazz does beautifully.
So I was thinking about an example to typify what I personally love about Jazz music.
First I thought of an old recording of Billie Holiday singing, “Until the Real Thing Comes Along” or something like King Pleasure’s “I’m in the mood for love”. But I wanted to share something that shows the restraint of Jazz, that I adore, performed by a true master, so this seemed an obvious choice. Here is Shirley Horn singing, “Here’s to Life”. I hope you enjoy x