Dionne Warwick - Sam Cooke - Jeffrey Martin

Dionne Warwick – I’ll never fall in love again

Urca what class! Dionne Warwick has never impressed me, but her timbre so crystalline, clear, still excites me. And if it is scattered with both hands on an immortal song by the great Burt Bacharach, well, then we are at the world championships. The simplicity of this song makes you forget how difficult it is to compose an evergreen of this caliber and how complicated it is to sing it with this lightness. World.

Sam Cooke – Lost and lookin’

Gentlemen, the voice! No, it's not Frank Sinatra, but we're on that displacement there. This song has nothing, no arrangement, no phenomenal musicians, but one man in charge: Sam Cooke. Died in 1964 at the age of 33, he was one of the artists who invented soul and his voice has been a declared source of inspiration for dozens of contemporary and subsequent singers and musicians. Here the inimitable timbre works, the magic that our man manages to create practically by himself and that makes this piece a moment of poetry.

Jeffrey Martin – Galveston

Dusty track, a voice that scrapes like the wind in the desert, where there is only you, him and the sand. Basic stuff, no frills, just a voice (with a shy chorus), two guitars and an idea. But if you have something to say, that's enough and further. This Jeffrey has things to say. And he also knows how to tell them. Tender.

Gianni Giletti
NP may 2020