Patrice Williamson: My Shining Hour

When one’s ears, on a vocal album, are constantly drawn toward the pianist as the primary source of interest, the singer is clearly in some trouble. While I’ve nothing against Patrice Williamson, the nominal centerpiece of this session, I was more impressed by her main accompanist, pianist Helen Sung. Like many other aspiring young vocalists, Williamson has some talent — but not nearly enough, in this observer’s estimation, to separate her from the herd. Williamson’s mellow, mid–range voice isn’t bad — albeit rather generic — she has passable respect for a lyric, and her breath control and phrasing are for the most part satisfactory (despite the occasional lapse at faster tempos). The principal stumbling block lies, as it does with so many others whose channel to success is their voice, in the realm of diction and enunciation. For example, if I were a singer who had a problem pronouncing “ing” — making it sound more like ”een” — I’d probably not choose to open and close an album with “My Shining Hour,” which amplifies that imperfection for all to hear. Nit–picking it may be, but some listeners find such flaws mildly disconcerting — especially when the singer also has trouble articulating the letter “s” (no, we don’t overlook anything). Williamson’s scatting (on “Shining Hour,” “Blue Skies,” Bud Powell’s “Wail”) is earnest but generally unconvincing (she fares best on “Wail”). On the affirmative side of the ledger, Williamson’s choice of material is admirable, as is her choice of teammates (Grenadier has several engaging solos, while Bausch and Savage carry out their duties with quiet efficiency). Patrice Williamson is the singer, but the true discovery here is Sung.

Track listing: My Shining Hour; Blue Skies; Overjoyed; If You Could See Me Now; Fascinatin’ Rhythm; Perfect Stranger; Good Enough; Sayang; Wail; P.S. I Love You; Our Love Is Here to Stay; My Shining Hour (64:20).