Written by Duke Ellington and Don George, 1937
This is a smooth, swinging mix of sass and sophistication. Brewer brings a playful, almost flirty vocal — light but expressive, with a bright clarity that never overpowers the groove. Ellington’s band, as ever, is a model of polished looseness: sassy, burlesque horn punches, walking bass, and velvet-slick piano comping. Rather than wallowing in melancholy, their version lounges in it with a sly grin: "When trumpets flare up / I keep my hair up / I just can't make it come down." It’s blues filtered through champagne — elegant, urbane, and slyly tongue-in-cheek. A meeting of jazz royalty and pop charm that goes down easy but leaves a lasting impression of the talent behind the magic.
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