Almost Peas in a Pod
Tony Bennett is a pop singer who records extensively with jazz musicians but always comes off as a pop singer with a keen appreciation of jazz. Sarah Vaughan was a jazz singer who made dozens of pop records but always came off as a jazz singer who could never quite take pop machinations seriously. I don't mean to use the terms qualitatively, not here anyway, because Bennett and Vaughan are among my favorite singers and I'm less inclined to endorse their separate pigeonholes than recognize their many similarities. Although Vaughan's career is associated with the obstetrics of modern jazz (1944) and Bennett with the post-noir hit parade (1951), she was only two years his senior; both came of age with the big bands and the seminal trinity of Armstrong, Crosby, and Holiday. They sang the same songs and shared the same arrangers and musicians, recorded for Columbia in the period of novelties and schmaltz, worked with Basie on Roulette. They came from solid New York-area working-class backgrounds (he Astoria, she Newark) and never lost an innate skepticism for the romance of stardomshe protecting herself with wicked irony, he with ingenuous geniality. Both walked away from major record companies when they could no longer abide the compromises; both subsequently triumphed on their own terms.
Above all, they are the most operatic singers of their generation. It's less a matter of technical rangemany others have multiple octavesthan of dramatic attack, dynamic disposition, a purple passion for song. They concentrate on interpreting lyrics, but the listener gets something more, not unlike the opera-goer who may know the story but not the language yet is moved to elation. The power of Bennett's perfect verse-and-single-chorus on "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" is derived not from an image of little cable cars climbing halfway to the stars, but from the uninterrupted emotional arc that builds gradually from a conventional melody (stroked by a hooky piano obbligato) to an ascension so juiced with its own fervor that when it's over you feel as though you've been on a trip, and it wasn't to San Francisco.
Still, Bennett believes inor makes us believe that he believes inthose little cable cars, while one suspects Vaughan would only pretend; since I've never heard her sing the song, I'm speculating that she would catch the word "little" and lighten her voice to suggest cute widdle cars. She would go full throttle for the big finish, but the effect would be less overt. For her, the arc is almost always a melodical/rhythmical construction that involves recomposition. It doesn't matter whether she is besieged with strings, as on "What Kind of Fool Am I?", in which her bold sideways attack is spookily inventive, or liberated with a guitar and bass on an open medium-tempo romp like "Just in Time," which begins straightforward. Then, having drawn a breath after "I found you just in time," she refrains from taking another until she has completely reconstructed the next phrase: "Before you came my time was run-ninnnnnng low-o-o-ooooo[no break]I was lost" [breath]at which point Barney Kessel's crisp big-band-style chords drive her anywhere she wants to go. Bennett sounds rehearsed even when taking chances; Vaughan sounds spontaneous even when she's not. Bennett sings "The Best Is Yet to Come" as if he knows it for a fact; Vaughan picks her "plu-um" and grows more convinced as she proceeds. On an earlier take of that song, she rewired the melody from bar oneno wonder they made her do it again.
All these records are available on two new reissues. The Essential Tony Bennett is a two-disc compilation covering familiar ground from his association with Columbia, 1951 to 2001, absenting his years (1971-85) in the wilderness when he started his own boutique label. The bulk of the selections were singles, and many were huge hits.
A few ringers and omissions notwithstanding, it's an irresistible survey. The husky, emphatic emoting of "Because of You" and "Rags to Riches" ages well, and the best of his early recordings are decisive and well-made, if sometimes frustratingly short. Microgroove had just come along to liberate musicians from the three-minute limit, but Bennett often produced deft showpieces that were two minutes and change, if that; "Firefly" is 97 seconds and sustains an outlandish high-energy roar, but one wishes it would go on. There is no more baffling side than "I Wanna Be Around"Bennett at his peak, making the most of Johnny Mercer's sadistic lyric, building to a promising trombone solo that you expect to roar and trigger a hair-raising vocal reprise. Instead it fades suddenly at 2:10, an agonizing instance of cantus interruptus.
When rock commandeered the charts, his label grew desperate, adding more reverb, often atop knowing arrangements (for example, "Once Upon a Time," note the opening measures), instead of accepting the fact that Tony, like Frank and Ella, was essentially an LP artist. The stubbornness paid off with "San Francisco" and other hits through 1963, at which point the money men began to lose interest. But Bennett was no Eddie Fisher or Johnny Ray; for him the best really was to come. What age cost him in power and range, he made up in economy and time, swinging with imperturbable ease and enjoying one of the longest last laughs in show business history. (Essential's last track is a blues duet with k.d. lang.) The recent passing of Rosemary Clooney and Peggy Lee leaves him the last one standing, the sole thriving remnant of a generation of pop singers who came of age with classic songs that were not yet classic and jazz principles that applied across the board.
Columbia tried to raise Vaughan's standing on the charts, coming closest with her cover of Doris Day's "It's Magic." In 1959, however, Mercury scored big with "Broken-Hearted Melody," an atrocious anomaly that she loathed and refused to sing in concert. A year later, she leapt from the frying pan into the fire, signing with the mobbed-up Roulette and producer Teddy Reig, who loved jazz as played by Basie and dollars any way they came. That, at least, is the received wisdom about Vaughan's three years at the label, which she did nothing to dispel. At Basie's funeral service, she sat next to Billy Eckstine and giggled with mild embarrassment as he loudly encouraged Reig to rifle the coffin for any loot he might have overlooked. Aside from the masterpiece Sarah + 2 (long unavailable) and two sessions with Benny Carter, most of her work was dismissed as meretricious, often deservedly. Yet Mosaic's The Complete Roulette Sarah Vaughan Studio Sessions, an eight-disc set that restores the original LP configurations, is filled with riches funny, daring, intensely musical conceits as well as gorgeous, pulsating ballads and lingering notes that shine like full moons.
Bad news first: The 25 singles, which produced no hits, are worse that you can probably imagine. "My Dear Little Sweetheart" is imitation Patti Page, arranged by the same genius behind "Doggie in the Window," and "Let's" would have better served Annette Funicello (the melody weirdly adumbrates the score to Lolita). The low point in terms of Vaughan's singing, surprisingly, is the singles session with Billy May, which begins with a faux cowboy song; she sounds contemptuous of all the materialher enunciation is off, even her pitch wobbles. The alto sax solo on "Them There Eyes" is amateurish, and Vaughan goes so far over the top on "Love," you wonder if she was determined to sabotage the session. Her final Roulette albums are uneven, with little to treasure on Star Eyes or Snowbound. Yet Sarah Slightly Classical (arranged by Marty Manning with the same echo he brought to Tony Bennett's "San Francisco" session) is so ludicrous a concept, weighed down by overwrought strings and Mario Lanza's greatest hits, that the sassy one takes the opposite attack, choosing a delicate vocal mask that allows more nuance and colornotably on the timpani-introduced "Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life," where her high notes are pure as light. Far worse is "Alone," the Marx Brothers aria that found its way to the album with Basie's band, which is crushed by it, though Sarah attempts levity with interpolations ("make me make me make me"). You're Mine You is mostly mediocreits nadir the hopeless "Maria," which she essays straight-faced; she compensates on the same album with a hilarious Bea Lillie break on the ersatz arrangement of "One Mint Julip."
The rest is mostly joy. Except for its opening track, an ooh-ridden "I Believe in You," The Explosive Side rocks with ideas. The three duets with Joe Williams (and Basie) are less intimate but more intensely swinging than her earlier encounters with Eckstine. Dreamy is as advertised, including a sumptuous "You've Changed" (no one sings the word "blasé" like Vaughan). The little-known Sarah Sings Soulfully is a major rediscovery; the title refers to the presence of generic organ, but it's part of a Gerald Wilson sextet (Teddy Edwards underemployed, Carmell Jones offering superb trumpet obbligato) and except for the dated "A Taste of Honey," it is dazzling, not least five jazz anthems including a definitive vocal version of "Round Midnight."
Then there are the albums with guitar and bass: After Hours is delightful; Sarah + 2 is beyond words. A highlight of the latter (there are no lowlights) is "The Very Thought of You," which arcs ingeniously in the second half of the first chorus; Kessel then takes a nice, twangy episode, followed by Vaughan's ornamented closer, complete with pretend-stop time phrasing. Compare it with Bennett's version on Essential, an equally daring interpretation because he is shadowed throughout by the intricate and long-limbed shadow play of Bobby Hackett's trumpet; they are at once independent and wedded at the hip, a trick I imagine they could have achieved only with Bennett focusing on the song and Hackett on Bennett. Played back to back, the Bennett and Vaughan versions of that venerable Ray Noble song from 1934 make for a double bill of American vocalizing at its zenith.
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