...er, giant marionette.
Anyone, even you right now, would know with a simple scroll down, my affection for Blossom Dearie. Her playful piano chops, peculiar phrasing and (sometimes comic) timing all do it for me. Forget those other slip-sliding divas. I prefer the purr of girl next door. So...what I am about to say is...odd, to say the least: I was creeped out TO Blossom Dearie today.
Decollage
Les Balayeurs du Desert
(Streetsweepers of the Desert)
Notice I didn't say, "Creeped out BY Blossom Dearie today." I was creeped out, rather, by a distant echo of her familiar voice in this piece. It is utterly disarming, bizarre and perfect for the shudder-inducing, engineering marvel on the screen. While an aberration of her rendition of "It Amazes Me," the heavy synthesized sound is congruent to the synthetic life depicted in the recording of this performance piece.
Forget the four horses, the apocalypse is coming in the form of a super-sized puppet.
