Musical Credits
Lyrics: Lorraine Feather
Music: Eddie Arkin, Charlie Barnet, David Benoit, Harry Carney, Duke Ellington, Russell Ferrante, Paul Grabowsky, Don Grusin, Skippy Martin, Irving Mills, Johnny Mandel, Larry Steelman
Arrangements: Eddie Arkin, David Benoit, Bill Elliott, Russell Ferrante, Don Grusin, Johnny Mandel, Larry Steelman
Vocal arrangements: Morgan Ames
Piano: David Benoit, Russell Ferrante, Don Grusin, Mike Lang
Bass: Brian Bromberg, Dave Carpenter, Trey Henry
Drums: Peter Erskine, Bob Leatherbarrow, Harvey Mason
Guitar: Dori Caymmi, Anthony Wilson
Violin/viola: Charles Bisharat
Trumpets: Oscar Brashear, Gary Grant, Jerry Hey; saxophones: Dan Higgins, Larry Williams; trombone: Bill Reichenbach
Accordion: Bobby Carpenter
Vibes: Bob Leatherbarrow
Additional vocalists: Morgan Ames, Randy Crenshaw, Shelby Flint, Michael Mishaw, Carmen Twillie
Cover design: Sarah Bolles
Photography: Karen Miller
Liner notes: Tony Gieske
Produced by Lorraine Feather, Carlos Del Rosario and Geoff Gillette
“Once my father told me/ The stars aren’t what they seem…”
A chip off the old block, Feather is the daughter of critic/producer Leonard Feather. She’s at ease within her musical skin, singing her deceptively light, fresh lyrics to swing era chestnuts with delicacy, fluency and sly fun. Tongue-in-cheek? You betcha, but deliciously savvy. Listen to Feather tell charming, hilarious tales as tiny tots in pink tutus tiptoe at ballet school (“Remembering to Breathe”). She also brags about her subway skills, or recalls in tango a fleeting seaside romance. Meticulous charts and Feather’s pinpoint execution nudge these gems beyond novelty, urging later listenings.
[Her CDs] represent the most imaginative, impeccably composed and sung vocal jazz since the breakout of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross in the late 1950s/early 1960s era.
