Dinah Washington

The Swingin` Miss D (EJA 041)

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1956

The Swingin` Miss D

Dinah Washington

Essential Jazz Albums

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EJA 120568

EJA 041

JAZZ-VOCAL

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The Swingin` Miss D

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(Originally EmArcy)

This release contains the complete classic album The Swingin’ Miss “D”, reuniting Dinah’s superb vocals with the arranging talents of Quincy Jones. As a bonus, we have added all of the other tunes from the same sessions (tracks 12 to 14), as well as seven jazz standards from one of their 1955 dates (tracks 15 to 21). Included here are Dinah’s wonderful renditions of Blue Gardenia and I’ll Close My Eyes, both selected by Clint Eastwood for the soundtrack of his movie The Bridges of Madison County.

Dinah Washington (voc),
Quincy Jones, conductor on all tracks, plus a big Band including:
Clark Terry, Charlie Shavers (tp), Jimmy Cleveland, Urbie Green, Quentin Jackson (tb), Lucky Thompson, Budd Johnson, Jerome Richardson (ts), Wynton Kelly (p), Barry Galbraith (g), Milt Hinton (b), Osie Johnson and Jimmy Cobb (d), among others.

All arrangements by Quincy Jones, except [4-5] (Ernie Wilkins) & [8] (Benny Golson)

[1-11] The Swingin’ Miss “D”
[1-2] & [4-5] New York, December 5, 1956. [3, 8, & 10] New York, December 6, 1956. [6-7], [9 & 11] New York, December 4, 1956.

Bonus Tracks: [12-13] Same date as 6-7, 9 & 11. [14] Same date as 3, 8 & 10. [15] New York, March 17, 1955. [16-21] New York, March 15, 1955.

Tracks: 1. They Didn’t Believe Me, 2. You’re Crying, 3. Makin’ Whoopee, 4. Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye, 5. But Not For Me, 6. Caravan, 7. Perdido, 8. Never Let Me Go, 9. Is You Or Is You Ain’t My Baby?, 10. I’ll Close My Eyes, 11. Somebody Loves Me, 12. I’ll Drown In My Tears, 13. You Let My Love Grow Cold, 14. Bargain Day, 15. If I Had You, 16. I Could Write A Book, 17. You Don’t Know What Love Is, 18. My Old Flame, 19. Easy Living, 20. I Get A Kick Out Of You, 21. Blue Gardenia.

Total Time: 74:12

Dinah had a voice that was like the pipes of life. She could take any melody in her hand, hold it like an egg, crack it open, fry it, let it sizzle, reconstruct it, put the egg back in the box and back in the refrigerator, and you would’ve still understood every single syllable of every single word she sang. Every single melody she sang she made hers. Once she put her soulful trademark on a song, she owned it and it was never the same. - Quincy Jones

Includes12-Page Booklet