Blossom Dearie

Somehow I missed the passing of one of my very favorite singers, Blossom Dearie (her real name) in February. She was one of a kind. I've always loved her interpretation of standards. She was still performing in Manhattan cabarets just a few years ago. I think this quote from the New York Times describes her perfectly:

"A singer, pianist and songwriter with an independent spirit who zealously guarded her privacy, Ms. Dearie pursued a singular career that blurred the line between jazz and cabaret. An interpretive minimalist with caviar taste in songs and musicians, she was a genre unto herself. Rarely raising her sly, kittenish voice, Ms. Dearie confided song lyrics in a playful style below whose surface layers of insinuation lurked."

Here's a song we listened to a lot when Hazel was a baby...