In these days of photogenic warblers putting out the standards with only a negligible grasp of individuality and little in the way of interpretive skill, Dinah Washington continues to put a smile on your face before she's even got through the first line of a song. Evil Gal is a trawl through the sides she cut in the first half of the 1950s, and there isn't a song here that finds her in less than sublime form. It might almost be said that Washington was the other side of a coin to Billie Holiday, but on "Am I Blue?" she proves she was able to convey a very different but no less affecting brand of melancholy.
She could also put over a glorious effervescence, as evidenced on "TV Is The Thing," a song so lacking in substance that countless singers could have made nothing of it. On "I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart," Washington is backed by a small group including trumpeter Clark Terry and pianist Junior Mance, and their combined efforts highlight just how many different shades of sassy Washington was capable of delivering. The result is singing for people who don't usually enjoy singersand as such it's no mean achievement.
Washington's reading of "I've Got You Under My Skin," perhaps unsurprisingly, has nothing at all in common with Frank Sinatra's; she brings to the lyric a very different reading, all muted joy, especially in the closing section, following some fireworks from a trumpet section made up of Clifford Brown, Terry and Maynard Ferguson.
In short, this is a "listen and learn" collection for singers who feel obliged to be informed about the field they're working in. It's also strong enough to overcome the aversions of those for whom the human voice can often be nothing more than an intrusion. Enough said.
Track Listing: Fat Daddy; Go Pretty Daddy; TV Is The Thing; Feel Like I Wanna Cry; Lean Baby; Never Never; I Ain't Going To Cry No More; Am I Blue?; My Man's An Undertaker; Short John; Our Love Is Here To Stay; One Arabian Night; I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart; A Foggy Day; No No No (You Can't Love Two); What A Great Sensation; If It's The Last Thing I Do; I've Got You Under My Skin; Darn That Dream; Blue Gardenia; I Diddle; Wasn't It?
Personnel: Dinah Washington: vocals, accompanied by: Paul Quinichette: tenor sax; unknown piano; Jackie Davis:
organ; Keter Betts: bass; Jimmy Cobb: drums (1-4). Quinichette, unknown piano, Davis, Betts and
Cobb plus Candido Camero: bongo; unknown trombone; unknown mixed vocal group (5-7).
Quinchette, Sleepy Anderson: piano; Davis, Betts, Ed Thigpen: drums; Camero. Unknown orchestra featuring
unknown tenor sax (Track 9). Unknown orchestra, possibly including Clark Terry: Trumpet; Eddie Chamblee:
tenor sax; Davis, Junior Mance: piano; unknown guitar; Betts; Thigpen (10,11). Unknown orchestra
possibly including Terry, George Barnes: guitar (12). Terry, Gus Chappell: trombone; Rick Henderson:
alto sax; Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis: tenor sax; Mance, Betts and Thigpen (13,14). Unknown orchestra
possibly including Quinichette, Barnes, Betts, Cobb and Wynton Kelly: piano; Barry Galbraith: guitar
(15,16). Hal Mooney Orchestra, possibly including Chappell and unknown vocal group (17).
Clifford Brown, Terry, Maynard Ferguson: trumpets; Mance, Betts or George Morrow: bass; Max Roach:
drums (Track 18). Brown, Ferguson, Terry; Herb Geller: alto sax; Harold Land: tenor sax; Richie Powell:
piano; Betts or George Morrow: bass; Max Roach: drums (19). Terry, Jimmy Cleveland: trombone;
Quinichette, Cecil Payne: baritone sax; Kelly, Galbraith, Betts and Cobb (20). Terry, Cleveland,
Quinichette, Payne, Kelly, Galbraith, Betts, Cobb and Camero. Arranged by Quincy Jones (21,22).
I love jazz because it's sophisticated, international, atmospheric yet free, cool and warm.
I was first exposed to jazz through the sultry voice and flawless swing of my mother.
I met Mark Murphy, David Linx, Kurt Elling, and Youn Sun Nah.
The best show I ever attended was Youn Sun Nah in Paris.
The first jazz record I bought was Native Dancer by Wayne Shorter and Milton Nascimento
My advice to new listeners: open your mind and your ears, forget about structure, feel the textures.
Go see live music and keep buying CDs!