I love Shirley Horn's tasteful piano and unforced two octave voice. She never spent a note that wasn't necessary and really understood the tension of silence, that sometimes music is quietness. I enjoy the tick-tock of the drum on this one...and of course Miles Davis's trumpet gently floating above it all. It's not elevator music. It requires you to close your eyes and just listen. A killer trio. Her backups were always the best. This album featured Miles Davis, Wynton and Branford Marsalis, and Toots Thieleman among others. She died about 5 years ago.
This is another one for Maria Guadalupe DeReseda, who in moment for rashness 40 years ago ran off with a jazz trumpet player. And worse yet, she married him. No one warned her that jazz players are for flings, not for marrying. The marriage failed after ten years, but in the process he left her with a life love for jazz. After posting the Chet Baker piece and Judi's response, I got a note from Maria, recounting a outing she and David had listening to Miles Davis in a small club for three hours. Three hours of Miles. I hope she was high.
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