Betty Carter: Along Came Betty
I can hear her laughing voice, her crying voice, her keening voice in this early autumn landscape, coloring the treetops, herding the clouds like random notes, putting them in order on the staff. The last most lovely rays of sun are disappearing behind the curve of the earth and it's just Betty and the deep woody voice of the bass. An occasional, perfectly placed "ping" on the cymbal crown. The only possible piano note in exactly the right spot. Right where she wanted it and all she had to do was think it.