Over two decades, Litchfield Jazz Camp has had its share of precocious students. Quite a few of them, actually. Most fall into a category I like to call to “my little old men.” They are atypically young boys (our official bottom age is 12) with high intelligence and talent and
It’s always a challenge for me to find great male jazz vocalists. I am picky to the point of obsession, and, when Frank Sinatra of the perfect phrasing, diction, pitch and timbre is your standard, who can ever measure up? So I search and search and usually come up dry.
People ask me all the time, “Where do you find these artists?.” I usually say “The real question is what do I do with all the artists I find?” Few call me because they seem to know there is no time for chitchat here. Most send CDs. I look at
Eartha Kitt was a legend. No two ways about it. I saw her live in 2004 at Mohegan Sun and rarely have I seen anyone own the stage the way she did. She was 77 years old, beautiful, and sexy with the best pair of legs I have ever seen.