"Ms. Wilson, one of the greatest jazz singers alive, presents herself as a kind of double agent. She’s gone back and forth between pop and the jazz-to-blues tradition of Etta Jones and Jimmy Scott. The lyrics in her best-known songs put her forth as a model of finishing-school tact and husband-adoring constancy who also happens to be calculating effort-versus-return in her head.
And in “Day In, Day Out,” she did something simple and remarkable. She had a cast on her foot, but at the beginning of Mr. Matthews’s piano solo, she walked offstage, parted the throng and made her way to the bar for a drink. Then she returned and resumed, without comment."
Nancy Wilson is the motherfucking truth--and, unsurprisingly, a badass. Where isn't she at home?
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