Take the “A” Train
Oh-Shoo-Be-Doo-Be
Love: Webster’s Definition
Everybody Eats When They Come To My House
Miss Harper Goes Bizarre
Jumpin’ with Symphony Sid
Everybody’s Boppin
Today You Are Born In My Eyes
My Favorite Things
Coconut Grove
I’ve Got Just About Everything
This was 52nd Street’s only LP, released back in 1985
and now reissued as one of Inner City’s nicely produced restorations.
The eleven tracks pay tribute to the long-lasting influence on the
group of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross rather more than a vocalese-scat
virtuoso such as Eddie Jefferson – who’s also represented on Inner
City’s books – and does so in a way that generates real impetus, swing
and, crucially, wit.
The vocals are by Wendy Simon and Eric Shaw and Shaw also takes
on piano duties, leading the ensemble nimbly. The swingingly hip ethos
makes itself clear as early as Strayhorn’s Take the “A” Train
where Tony Williams’ keen alto solo adds its own nimble voice
to the ensemble. Springy rhythmic backing underpins the success of
the session, essential if a vocalese staple like Oh-Shoo-Be-Doo-Be
is to hit the mark, which it does here in a sexy reworking of
the original. There are two articulate and thoughtful songs by Bob
Dorough, the first being Love: Webster’s Definition with
elegant piano statements, sinuous bass lines and supple drumming;
the lyrics are quietly melancholic. An ethos of ‘See Ya Later Alligator’
hangs over Everybody Eats When They Come To My House only
the focus is very much on Cab Calloway-era food consumption – the
kind of thing Louis Jordan might later have done.
The blues-drenched lyrics of Ray Passman and Meredith d’Ambrosio’s
Miss Harper Goes Bizarre expand the album’s reach still further
whilst Williams returns and appropriately so for the Lester Young-King
Pleasure classic Jumpin’ with Symphony Sid. The fast and
furious tongue-twisting version of Jon Hendricks’ Everybody’s
Boppin allows taut scat fireworks from Simon and Shaw though
it’s Simon on her own in the tender ballad Today You Are Born
In My Eyes. I’m not sure Richard Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein
would look quite so benignly on this version of My Favorite Things,
given the things done to their lyrics, but lyric-bending is something
that tends to be the province of scat and vocalese singers. For variety
one can hear Williams’ flute in Coconut Grove.
The booklet prints the entire lyrics of the songs in attractively
laid out fashion. This is a great restoration of a fine album. What
a pity the group didn’t go on to other things together. Their ensemble
was tight, had sufficient variety of sound, and their songs mixed
bop standards with some thoughtful newer material.
Jonathan Woolf