To me, and I admit it’s a hugely subjective judgment, women ballad singers outnumber their male counterparts. I’ve thought for the past decades that if I wanted to hear, let’s say, SKYLARK, sung tenderly, I’d have a better chance hearing it from a woman. Reverse sexism, you say? No, just observation. Follow along with me, and save the quibbles for later.
I’d almost given up on male singers. But that was before a friend — who keeps his hand in — shared this brief compelling video of an unidentified singer with me. I haven’t yet tracked down the singer, but his rendition of SHE’S FUNNY THAT WAY went straight to my heart. His inherent drama. His unerring pitch. His breath control. His deep emotions. The pure pathos.
I realize that the singer’s unusual appearance might put some viewers off at the start, but put your preconceptions away for some of the finest heartfelt singing you will hear, this year or any other. And don’t let the pseudonym unsettle you: I believe he is under restrictive legal contracts, characteristic of the music business, so his name must be hidden for the moment.
The performance is brief, so put down your water bottle, coffee cup, or tuna wrap to hear and admire.
I’ll keep doing the detective work of “Who IS this phenomenon?” to uncover the facts, and I will keep admiring this performance. I hope you share my enthusiasm. Young singers, take note. Or notes.
May your happiness increase!