If you live in New York City or are headed there this week, you're in luck. Rebecca Kilgore is in town, sharing a gig at Feinstein's with the tenor saxophonist Harry Allen and his quartet. I learned of her appearance by way of The Wall Street Journal's WSJ.com, which has a New York Culture section that doesn't show up in the national print edition. Will Friedwald wrote the piece about Kilgore. He underlines the rarity of her appearances in The Apple.
Once you do hear Ms. Kilgore, however, you'll be hooked: With her opulent chops, lighter-than-air style, and, above all, her effortless rhythm, Ms. Kilgore is the living embodiment of the hippest singers of the big band era, like Maxine Sullivan, Mildred Bailey, and Helen Ward. Her partner in time for this three-night stand is saxophonist Harry Allen, a master of ballads and blues who plays so brilliantly behind singers because he essentially is one himself. Ms. Kilgore's intonation has an instrumental perfection to it, while Mr. Allen's tender tenor boasts a warmly human vocalized edge; together they should approach perfection.
True. All true. To read the whole thing and see a terrific performance photograph of Ms. Kilgore, go here. In case you missed the Rifftides review of her triumphant concert with her husband's band at The Seasons earlier this year, go here.
