This man’s voice is pure butter.  I mean… I don’t often come across talent like this; because it’s not just the gift of his instrument, it’s how he uses it, and more importantly, how he doesn’t use it, or abuse it.  Here’s what I mean:  Mariah Carey has a gift in the instrument of her voice but she abuses it.  This man, Gregory Porter does not, and that is the rare, exquisite, other-half of his work that makes it other-worldly.  Add the fact that his band doesn’t perform acts of public self-gratification on their instruments by going off on scatting scales or circular breathing marathons, and we have a must-listen.

Just by way of information:  I’ve been listening to the “Jazz Chill” “radio” station on iTunes throughout this winter of my mother’s illness and it’s been a great comfort to me; it’s where I found this song, and thus, Gregory Porter.  I guess I can’t help recommending it, because… Old disc-jockeys never die, they just rock out…

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