Let’s get this out of the way right off the bat: Jackie
Allen’s voice, her singing on this CD, is incredibly,
audibly sexy. S-e-x-y. That’s not to say that her phrasing
isn’t great, her intonation right on, or that she doesn’t
swing or that her reading of the lyrics isn’t deep and
insightful. Jackie accomplishes all of those things. But she
does them all so effortlessly, seemingly without breaking
a sweat, that her formidable vocal technique is never out
front calling attention to itself. In short, Allen is that
rare singer that has full command of her vocal instrument
and understands her material to the point where she can forget
all of that and communicate to her listeners the heart of
each song she sings. And her voice has a balmy charm that
caresses the listener’s ear, drawing you in like a warm
fire on a cold winter’s night.
On
The Men In My Life, Allen pays tribute to a number
of male composers and performers who have had an influence
on her or whose work she particularly admires. This select
group includes Paul Simon, Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn,
Frank Sinatra, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Chick Correa, Al Jarreau,
Burt Bacharach, Herb Alpert, Fred Astaire, Mark Murphy, James
Taylor, Sting, Ray Charles, and Billy Eckstine. The result
is a gorgeous album that both jazz vocal fans and those who
simply love good vocalists and don’t give a hoot about
jazz can enjoy.
This is a candlelight dinner romantic CD with a capital “R”
thanks to the selection of material, Allen’s voice,
and her tendency, on some tracks, to pursue a decidedly slower
tempo than that of the performer to whom she is paying tribute.
For example, her “Come Fly With Me” is a masterful
reworking of a song that has come to be associated immediately
in most people’s minds with Frank Sinatra. Instead of
the swinging ‘I’m the man’ strut of Frank’s
version, we get a soft, ever-so-slow samba on which Allen’s
voice oozes romance and (here it is again) sex. Her phrasing
is perfect as she injects a knowing wink into lines like “In
llama land/there’s a one man band/and he’ll toot
his flute for you” or “Just say the word/and we’ll
beat the birds/down to Acapulco bay.” It’s a reading
of a classic song that stands up next to its best-known version,
and when that version is Sinatra’s that is a real accomplishment
in anyone’s book. Allen also slows down Burt Bacharach’s
“This Guy (Girl)’s in Love With You” investing
it with so much longing, so much craving, that you wonder
how it is that she doesn’t simply implode. It’s
a real stunner of a performance that will have you reaching
for the replay button.
Not that everything is downtempo in Jackie’s world.
She tackles Al Jarreau’s lyrical melding of the Chick
Corea classic “Spain” with an intro that employs
Rodrigo’s Concierto de Arranjuez and sounds effortless
dealing the words at a premium tempo. Her original “You
Could Be Fred,” a lyrically clever tribute to Fred Astaire
swings with the best of them, and she rocks out mightily on
"One Mint Julep." But the ballads do rule, and Allen
makes the most of them. Only on the opener, a version of Paul
Simon’s “Still Crazy” does she stumble at
all—the version is good until the last verse when she
seems to make a modulation that doesn’t quite provide
the boost the listener expects. But she is otherwise very
much in sync with her more pop-oriented inspirations, giving
James Taylor’s “Mexico” an off-kilter reading
that provides depth that one didn’t know was there and
pushing Sting’s “Tea In the Sahara” into
realms that he seemingly couldn’t have pulled off himself.
On “The Bad and the Beautiful” she duets beautifully
with fellow Chicagoan Kurt Elling. Allen may not be as well
known as Elling and Chicago’s other current jazz phenom,
Patricia Barber, but if she continues to provide performances
like those found on The Men In My Life, she soon
will be.