When jazz genius meets the Carpenters. This is Sharon Clark’s tribute to her mother’s favorite song, sung the day after her mother died. I know it’s longer than our usual MHBs but the moment and the music make it worth it:
More on Ms Clark here. She’s in New York City this week at the Metropolitan Room. Times and tickets here. I’ve seen her live. I have grown to love jazz more than I once did (Larkin was a catalyst, along with my friend, Chris Grasso, who plays piano above). Clark pushed me over the edge.