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Maureen
McGovern is, quite simply, the most glorious singer to come
down the pike in several months of Sundays. Possessed of
one of the finest vocal instruments in the world, a range
that hasn't been matched since Yama Sumac stunned us all
decades ago, and the ability to softly breath beauty into
a lyric or "read" the words in clear, strong voice,
perfectly in tune, she is positively daunting to the parade
of soubrettes who wish they could sing like Maureen McGovern.
Add the fact that she is the loveliest of them all in form
and face, and it is easy to understand why she is a world-class
performer.
This
exquisite album is proof positive, not only in her choice
of material but in the intelligent interpretations of the
songs herein, that, if you happen to be Maureen McGovern,
you don't need a gaggle of strings, a band of brass players,
or a phalanx of percussionists to make a LP. Provo, Maureen!
--Mel
Tormé
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