Decades ago off I went to a bar in San Francisco to hear a jazz singer. She came across as rather arrogant, but Lordy could she sing. Here she is, Carmen McRae.
Billie Holiday had a limited range – about one octave – and ended up a sad old drug addict whose performances were an embarrassment. But earlier –
Dinah Washington sings Noel Coward’s second best song. His lyrics could be even better than Cole Porter’s or Lorenz Hart’s.
I don’t normally think of the divine Ella as a torch singer but perhaps this qualifies. Ellis Larkins tinkles the ivories.
Another druggie, Anita O’Day. But she could, couldn’t she?
Now a step back to the Golden Age of Jazz. Libby Holman accompanied by one of the New York “chamber jazz” bands.