November 12, 2009

Ella Fitzgerald//How High the Moon

A few nights ago, A. and I were waiting for the G train to come in the Metro-Lorimer Station. There was a dude busking. He actually wasn't bad, except when he tried to play this song.

Official announcement! Listen everyone! Although it's a standard, no one can do this song as well as Ella did, so you should really just stop trying. Behold the seven minutes and six seconds of pure amazing delivered by Ella in this live (yes, it was LIVE!) recording. They don't make 'em like the used to anymore. Can you imagine anyone having to apply pitch correction to this?

For a little while, Katy was really into scat singing. She was not the best scat-er (love you, Katy). She thought scating was saying things like "Happy birthday irthday irthday." Ryan played her this song once to teach her about scat singing (note Ella's picture in the wiki entry) and it seemed like she understood for about 5 minutes. Then she went right back to scat-ing. Sometimes you just have to scat.

How High the Moon.mp3

They asked me how I knew my true love was true.

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