Smitten

I said yesterday that I was very tired and writing a short post, but ended up publishing a novella about Pitbull. Tonight will be a bit simpler. 

I was in the mood tonight for Dusty Springfield. I’m sort of always in the mood for Dusty. It has never made sense to me why she isn’t considered in the highest echelon of music superstars—there are a few singers I think this of, and I’ll get into them (looking at you, Gloria Estefan). Her voice, instantly recognizable, singing the gorgeous songs of Burt Bacharach and Hal David and some iconic covers.

One of my favorites (and there are many) is “The Look of Love” from the album of the same name, released in 1967. It’s one of the slinkiest, smoothest love songs ever written, and Dusty’s voice oozes passion and sensuality. It has this slow Bossa Nova beat and percussion, a rarity for Bacharach/David. But this track fits in right alongside Astrud Gilberto. The smooth-as-butter sax solo shortly after the 2-minute mark makes me melt. 

What “The Look of Love” doesn’t have are Dusty’s signature vocal acrobatics. An excuse to write some more about her again in the future!

I’m going to post the entire album The Look of Love even though I’m not going to do a track-by-track review. It’s an excellent soundtrack for whatever you might be doing.