Jo Stafford With The Art Van Damme Quintet / Once Over Lightly (US, Columbia, CL 968) <1957>

Jo Stafford With The Art Van Damme Quintet / Once Over Lightly (US, Columbia, CL 968) <1957>
(side 1) XLP39382-2A
(side 1) XLP39383-2B

　キャリアの長いアメリカの有名歌手・女優。1950-60年頃が活動のピークでしょうか。もともとオペラ歌手を目指しトレーニングを受けていた、本格的な歌手です。二人目の夫であるオケの指揮者として有名なPaul Westonと録音が多いのですが、「白人が甘く歌う」系が好きでない僕にはちょっと合わない歌手です。

　ただ、コンボでの録音は好きで、ちょくちょく聴きます。名盤として名高い"Jo+Jazz"なんか（ベタですが）。この Art Van Damme Quintetとの演奏は、ややマイナーですが、素晴らしい作品だと思ってます。

　ところで、もともと上手い人だとは思ってましたが、夫との変名デュオ"Jonathan and Darlene Edwards"として、音痴に歌って録音したビージーズの"Stayin' Alive"を聴いてぶっ飛びました。このように明らかに意図的に音痴に歌うなんて、出来るモノなのでしょうか！？

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8eBB8DLYDo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCyGCMfKVC0

THESE FOOLISH THINGS (REMIND ME OF YOU)
From the London revue "Spread It Around" (1936)
(Holt Marvell / Jack Strachey / Harry Link)

Oh, will you never let me be
Oh, will you never set me free
The ties that bound us are still around us
There's no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain...

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw
You conquered me
When you did that to me
I somehow knew that this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you

Gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow
Wild strawberries only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you

I know that this
Was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you've entirely enchanted me

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside and sin-vitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you

The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things remind me of you

How strange, how sweet
To find you still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me

The scent of smoking leaves, the wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
Just you