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- MUSIC, Page 67Taking Her Own Sweet Time
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- Jazz singer Shirley Horn makes an unforgettable arrival
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- By JAY COCKS -- Reported by Janice C. Simpson/New York
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- Jazz life on dream street: days of drizzly twilight, long
- spiky nights of taking a nick off Nirvana with a piano run or
- a horn solo, walking arm in arm into a rainy dawn with your
- next sad love affair. Meanwhile, real life on Lawrence Street:
- a two-story frame house in a working-class neighborhood of
- Washington. The den extension and the enlarged kitchen were not
- built by the man of the house, Shep Deering, but by his wife,
- who is handy with a hammer and saw. Her husband of 35 years
- still works as a mechanic for the Metropolitan Transit
- Authority. But, says Mrs. Deering, "I'd never marry a musician.
- I've seen so many bad marriages with musicians."
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- Mrs. Shep Deering has a night job herself -- as a musician.
- She plays a fine jazz piano and sings a supernal jazz ballad.
- People like Miles Davis, Wynton and Branford Marsalis and Toots
- Thielemans play along with her. She also has a brand-new album
- that is hovering near the top of the Billboard jazz chart. You
- Won't Forget Me is the title. It may also be read as an
- unconditional guarantee: Shirley Horn is indelible.
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- "It's been written that Shirley Horn is back on the scene,"
- Horn reflects. "Well, I haven't been anywhere. And I've been
- busy." All that busyness hasn't got her the kind of wide
- attention she deserves, until this moment. She's had a career
- for some 40 of her 55 years, but recognition, while often
- fervid, has been . . . well, say, finely focused. Sales on
- three of her albums in the early '80s were so slender that a
- persistent record company still bills her for production costs.
- If You Won't Forget Me keeps on sailing, she may actually see
- her first royalty check after about 30 years of recordmaking.
- "My secret is out of the closet now," she laughs.
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- More precisely, Horn is front and center, but her secret --
- her jazz essence -- is still intact. It's what draws you first
- when you hear the smoky timber of her voice, the leisured
- elegance of her phrasing. And it's what holds you, wondering
- about the magic she brings to tunes as varied as Don't Let the
- Sun Catch You Crying and You Won't Forget Me. Says jazz critic
- Martin Williams: "She's not only good and tasteful, but she
- also has that wonderful sense of drama that can turn any little
- song into a three-minute one-act play." Horn concedes, "Well,
- I'm a good actress. I've never had a lot of pain."
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- Having seen at least three friends fall to drugs, she's
- stayed clear of anything much stronger than the Drambuie she
- favors, usually with a beer chaser. She's spent most of her
- life playing around the Washington area, where she was reared;
- she was doing a set in Baltimore just two weeks after her
- daughter Rainy was born in 1962. "I was commuting, having a
- good time," she remembers. But she had "a young baby, a home
- to keep, a husband to cook meals for. Then when Rainy was about
- 11, 12 years old, I felt she needed me. And I guess I needed
- her. So I slowed down a little."
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- After that decade lull, she jumped into overdrive. Recently
- returned from a sold-out debut in Paris, she will gig for a
- month in California this spring and will play Carnegie Hall for
- the first time on June 25. But she still understands need: all
- kinds of need, from longing to desperation, with all the
- melancholy shadings in between. Maybe that's the secret of her
- music. Not only the musical dexterity but the heart that's
- always open and eager to share. "It's just the way I feel about
- a song," she says. "They call me the slowest singer in the
- world, but I don't talk fast either. You're trying to tell a
- story, to paint a picture." And that's just fine. Right now, and
- for a long time coming, Horn can not only take her time but
- also make it.
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