Beverly Kenney, What Is There To Say?
Thanks to jacked UP jazz I stumbled across a recording artist, I'd never heard of before, Beverly Kenney. Something about her voice captures that jovial, yet slightly wistful period of time just after Christmas, yet right before New Year's Eve. A period of time I, inexplicably, associate with New York City. An association that makes even less sense considering I no longer live there. However, despite my lapse of logic, something about mid-century recordings of female jazz vocalists will forever remind me of late winter nights in Manhattan. Nights when normally manic people linger late over irish coffee just to watch snow fall into once busy city streets. Magical nights when the only thing coming down 8th Avenue is a brave yellow cab driver silently sailing to destinations unknown. Again, Thanks to "jacked UP jazz" for posting this.