Just listen to how Bobby Short sings Cole Porter’s ‘I’m In Love Again’! It’s perfection.
I am addicted to rough edges around a beautiful voice: that little bit of grit, the almost-growl, the ability to sense the breath in the sound. And pretty much any recording of Bobby Short holds me spellbound. Enjoy this one!
Had a hunger to hear this song today, for some reason. Mr. Short gets not only the eroticism but the fatal hopelessness of the thing. Tragedy is helplessness to change oneself and one’s behavior before one hurls oneself over the cliff. This love thing is like that. The futility of feeling alive again, just one more time, even after all the disappointment, is encapsulated in the pathetic repetition of the word “love.” All language, all jazz age sophistication, dissolves in the helpless childish moan: love love love. It’s good to see that you sing Randy Newman. He is the master of setting seemingly everyday language, or finding the natural music in it and letting it speak colloquially, in its overalls, to the most tragic effect. Living without you, for example…another lonely day.