Mel Tormé
Anyone who has ever wondered why the Velvet Fog is so highly esteemed in jazz circles need only listen to this album. He minimizes the bebopping, which he does let get out of hand on occasion (remember Rick Moranis' SCTV send-ups of the Tormé style?), and sticks to provocative readings of such relatively unfamiliar New York songs as There's a Broken Heart for Every Light on Broadway, The Brooklyn Bridge and My Time of Day as well as standards of the Autumn in New York ilk. He also offers New York, New York Sr.—the Leonard Bernstein-Betty Comden-Adolph Green composition, not the one from the Liza Minnelli movie (by John Kander-Fred Ebb) that Frank Sinatra has beaten into the concrete.
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