![]() | Some jazz vocalists build their rep on intrepid loop-de-loops which parallel the athletic solos of instrumentalists. Others have a way of easing into a situation, and working toward an emotional tone so deep that, once established, it seems like a narcotic. Johnny Hartman is part of this second group, a singer of ballads and standards so adept at establishing and sustaining a pervasive mood, he can make everything outside the musical moment seem trivial. Listening to his baritone, one of jazz’s most assured "instruments," is like wrapping yourself in a huge mink coat. Hartman never achieved the high visibility status |
that some other male jazz vocalists did, but he surely spent time with players from the music’s upper echelon. Though categorized as a crooner (a bit of a put-down to your usual jazzer) the Chicago native did time in the 1940's with Earl Hines, Dizzy Gillespie’s Big Band (where he learned to stand his ground and let projection be his protection) and Perez Prado’s large ensemble. | |