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Broadway/jazz vocalist Carter Calvert possesses an impressive set of pipes, fine-tuned by performances in Cats, Ain't Nothing But the Blues and Always Patsy Cline. Her capability goes well beyond the stage, where Calvert displays a certain facility for rubbing some old songs in just the right way, making them catch fire.
Closing out what would be a sturdy if ordinary recital of standards by Calvert is an exceptional coupling of the traditional "Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child" and Peter Gabriel's "Washing Of The Water," from Us (Geffen, 1992). These two songs stand out from the others for their potent content of Americana like that found on Tierney Sutton's American Road (BMF, 2011), Laurie Antonioli's American Dream (Intrinsic Music, 2010) and Jacqui Sutton's Billie & Dolly (Toy Blue Typewriter Productions, 2011).
Calvert sings a slim "Motherless Child" a cappella plaintively for barely a minute before summoning all of the white gospel out of Gabriel's song of acceptance and redemption. Pianist Jim West proves a country and western equal to his ready jazz chops, telegraphing Norah Jones' hillbilly hanker light years ahead. This is powerful medley powerfully sung and performed that lifts a good recording to an exceptional one.
Personnel: Carter Calvert: vocals; Jim West: piano; Brian Glassman: bass; Roger
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me. If we don't run a review, Alligator Records is going to stop servicing us.
Night Flight opened up a whole new world for me--the blues led me, inevitably, to Basie, who led to Duke, who led to Mingus, who led to Miles, who led to ...