SYLVIA BROOKS Signature: When last we met Brooks, she had our vote for femme fatale of the year (any year). This time around, she’s toned down her look on the front cover, not disguising her maturity but not reveling in it either. Inside the jacket, you get the lady in red looking as dangerous as ever surrounding herself with the crème of SoCal jazz and displaying a world wiseness without a Marlena Dietrich world weariness. It’s ain’t an easy trick to pull off music as cinema but she does it again here. Well done throughout.
(Rhombus 7149)
Why No Two Live Jazz Performances Ever Sound Exactly the Same
Imagine listening to your favorite jazz track in a small dimly-lit club. You know the melody well enough to probably anticipate the next part. Suddenly, though, the pianist makes an unexpected move, the bassist responds with a light-hearted beat, and the vocalist...



