It’s Sunday evening here in Nedlands, West Australia. The time is 7pm, and it is a balmy 30 degrees C./86 degrees F. As a type, I find myself in a trance like state. The cause is the voice of an angel combined with the words of heart stopping poet that surround me. Assail me. Penetrate and move me. She is a thief of my breath, rendering me to this unmovable state of being; stretching beyond the here and now, into the past, and shining away before me into the future.
As such, I am plugging someone I believe is one of, if not THE most talented female vocalist of our time. Obviously I am referring to the inimitable Normandy Wilson.
Unless you have the sensibilities of a long dead sea gull, I insist, nay, implore you cut and paste her link to the place where all good links go.
You. Yes YOU need to explore for yourself the absolute majesty that is Normandy Wilson.
For lesser, incredibly unworthy tunes by comparison, click upon the photograph above.
The clip, whilst a work of art,is not entirely for the softer of heart. Thankfully Robert Zimmerman’s music dull’s the blow.