I’m not sure how I was first introduced to Barbara Cook’s music. Actually, that’s not quite true – I first heard her a a kid growing up listening to the broadway cast album of The Music Man she was the original Marian the Librarian. I clearly remember not liking her all that much – her voice was to “legit” sounding, too “operatic” for my 8 or 9 year old taste.
Barbara has had an amazing carier in musicals, but that’s not where I was reintroduced to her – somewhere I got one of her more recent concert performances – she’s been doing her own cabaret shows for at least the last 30 years or so – and at age 82 she’s still brilliant – maybe better then ever. Just listen to this – recorded a few years ago in Melbourne:
Listening to Barbara I feel like I’m not hearing words or notes, but more like pure story and emotion. She doesn’t tell you a story, she weave’s it around you.
Here’s some more
And the grand finale (at least for the moment)
On Friday one of her songs came up in shuffle on my iTunes – and it just stopped me – I stopped working and just listened. She does it to me every time.
Now that’s brilliant!