Jazz, blues and nostalgia. Again about Julie London.
Today again attention for the singer about who comedian Bob Hope judged somewhat corny: ‘London in a better shape than Paris.’ Julie London: the ravishingly beautiful vocalist who according to herself owned ‘only a thimbleful of a voice’ with which she could do incredible things nonetheless. In this hour also attention for the material from her later years in which her voice started to sound even smokier, partly due to the years and years of chain-smoking and her repertoire evolved with the changing times, as is apparent on her album ‘Nice Girls Don’t Stay For Breakfast’. For those of you who have never heard of Julie London, the only thing you need to do to fathom what kind of singer she is, is put all her album titles one after the other: ‘Lonely Girl’, ‘All About The Blues’, ‘Your Number Please’, ‘Around Midnight’, ‘All Through The Night’- every single album filled with melancholy and desire. In her universe it always seems to be autumn. The streets are abandoned, the pavement is wet, someone’s waiting next to a phone that just doesn’t ring in a room that gets filled with lonesome cigarette smoke. And with that it becomes perfectly suited for the dark days before Christmas.
