You know how it is on a Sunday afternoon, when you're tired enough from staying up late two nights in a row*, and you just don't have the courage to stand up and start working on your sprinkler system like you've been doing for weeks**? So you know how you do what everyone does on a long slow Sunday, and re-listen to all the versions of Bess, You is My Woman Now? I like the operatic versions, but I've wanted a jazzier version my whole life, and I finally found it.
Oh man, when she starts in with that huge voice. I knew I wanted that, and when I got it, it was everything I've missed.
I like this one too, by lounge-y suavementé Brazilian singers. They're no Frances Faye, but I really like the clarinet, and they do my favorite version of singing together at the end in all the duets I've heard.
Anyway, in case Youtube has led you astray, distracting you right after the classic versions, I thought I'd direct you to these two. About half the counts on each clip come from me.
*Roxie, who doesn't want me to have a future, tied me to a comfy sofa with a warm soft blanket and put on the first season of Buffy. We watched the first season until two and three in the morning this weekend. I have no tv, and hence, no resistance to tv. There are seven seasons. I was supposed to take the Professional Engineer in March, but I guess my hopes for that are gone.
**Converted the front yard to drip, then realized it would only make sense to do the side yard, too. The very thought makes me tired.