#19: Ella Fitzgerald w/ arrangements by Nelson Riddle - Ella Fitzgerald Sings the George & Ira Gershwin Song Book (1958)
Genre(s): Jazz Vocals, Pop, Showtunes
There are a couple elephants in the room here, so let's just lay them out.
1: Ella Fitzgerald is one of the greatest vocalists of all time, no questions asked.
2: The Gershwin brothers are responsible for damn near every classic showtune of the era, many of which became pop and jazz standards, but they sure are the showtune-iest showtunes (they really wrote the book on composing for Broadway).
3: Nelson Riddle is the king of schmaltz, again, no questions asked.
4: A 3.5 hour box set of songs from different musicals is not a fucking album. I'm sorry, but it just isn't.
Those facts leave me conflicted. But let's add some opinions:
1: I hate musicals, any by extension showtunes. Take away my queer license, I don't care. Not a musicals guy, never have been, never will be, no not Hamilton or Rocky Horror or Repo or any other "offbeat" musical. I just don't like 'em. I enjoy a good play, just don't start singing in the middle of it and we're gucci.
2: Nelson Riddle is one of my least favorite arrangers, and this project has made me listen to more of his work in a short period of time than I've ever wanted to. If I hear another sentimental string crescendo I'm going to shit.
3: I love Ella Fitzgerald. Just a spectacular vocalist. Like I've said before, I don't listen to a lot of vocal jazz. But if I have to I'm always happy to hear her.
This all puts me in a strange place. I actually left the "yes/no" cell on my nerdy 1001 Albums spreadsheet blank for about a week while I percolated on this one. The influence of the Gershwins is undeniable, and I think Ella sings what I'd consider to be the definitive versions of these songs (at least while staying true to their original forms; there are plenty of jazzier instrumental versions of the standards here that I'd much rather hear). As previously stated, not a fan of the Riddler, but I think his style is authentic to the spirit of the original compositions so I can't be too mad at the choice to work with him.
On the other hand, what an absolute slog of a listen. I had to break this up over two sessions, both for logistical reasons and because 3.5 hours of this is just too fucking much. I don't feel like this qualifies as an album, not just because of length, but on account of the content. Don't get me wrong, there are some incredibly long albums I love (for example: the atmospheric black metal epic Shards of Silver Fade by Midnight Odyssey clocks in at almost 2.5 hours, and Matmos' 99 artist collaborative experimental electronic epic The Consuming Flame: Open Exercises in Group Form clocks in right under 3 hours, or even Anthony Braxton's mind-obliterating 4 hour free jazz epic Quartet (New Haven) 2014), but I think the difference is that those are intended to be single, coherent experiences. This is, to me, more of a traditional box set compilation than an album. Even though these are new recordings recorded at the same sessions, I don't feel like I'm supposed to be listening all the way through. I was feeling positive but also like I'd had enough after 1 disc, and the next 3 really did me in. This, to me, is diedard material, much in the same vein as the various Miles Davis complete sessions box sets. I wouldn't tell someone "oh, my favorite Miles record is The Complete Jack Johnson Sessions", it's just asinine. I love it, but it's still not an album.
I've meandered here, so let's get to the point. Is Ella Fitzgerald Sings the George & Ira Gershwin Song Book an album you MUST hear before you die? I don't think it's an album, and even if you want to say it is, I don't think it stands on its own two legs enough to say anything but No to that question. I love Ella, and I think she has recorded plenty of great albums we could pick here, but I really don't see the need to listen to this unless you're a diehard Ella fan, a diehard theater kid (grown or otherwise), or a diehard jazz fan who wants to hear the best original versions of these classic tunes. I hate to say that, because I tend to take a historic lens to these sorts of things and I don't think you can understate the historical significance of these songs, but this just doesn't make the cut for me. It is, however, where I suspect many listeners' 1001 Albums journeys met their untimely demise. Great album art though, they nailed that.
For the nerds: I listened to this in hi-res on Qobuz. The track order there seems to vary from some of the other lists I've seen. Of note is that it puts the Ella-less instrumental cuts at the end where they belong instead of the beginning (or even better, maybe they could have stayed on the cutting room floor).
Next up: The Genius of Ray Charles by, you guessed it, Ray Charles!
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Merfolk Courting Rituals | TWST
Octavinelle Dorm X Reader
Azul X Reader, Jade X Reader, Floyd X Reader,
---- Merfolk typically have instinctual ways they begin 'courting' or a relationship, in the deep sea you need to be sure of your partner after all. (Non-Human courting rituals part 2/3)
Savanaclaw Ver. | Diasomnia Ver.
Floyd:
It was spring when it happened. Almost summer. The days we’re warming up and everyone was suffering a bit for it.
Usually, you would be able to go about your business alone, or perhaps with the company of Grim if he felt like it. Today however, a certain eel was towering over your shoulder. “Shrimpy~” he’d giggle, a shiver was sent down your spin at his voice.
You slowly turned around. “A-ah? Hey Floyd…” you smiled warily. You usually, like most people in school, avoided the eel like the plague. He flashed his sharp teeth at you and extended his hand, the other one in his pocket in a more relaxed manner then your posture.
“A tooth…?” You squinted at the item, it was pointy: like his own teeth.
Realistically, you didn’t really wanna hold this. Not that you’d tell him that. You glanced up at him again and saw those same teeth, not a single one out of place. “Do ya like it?~”
He leaned closer to your face, his eyes widened ever so slightly in a more intimidating manner. Clearly his lack of personal space had never changed. “Um… yes! I do…?!” You were quick to awnser back.
Pleased with himself, he giggled loudly and walked away.
What was that about?
After that he’d keep approaching you with odd gifts… at one point he presented you with the largest pearl you’ve ever laid your eyes on and then the next day he gifted you with a handful of beautiful scales.
You dreaded to think about the poor mer behind that gift…
Either way, this was suspicious, right? When Floyd leech approached you, you either run away or get squeezed, why were you getting gifts? It also didn’t help your relationship with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, who now avoids you like the plague.
Seriously, when you walk into a room Riddle happened to be in, he jumps up and leaves immediate- sometimes even running away like you were his tormentor instead of Floyd!
You’d also noticed that Floyd would yawn more around you… You didn’t think you were boring either because he wouldn’t be around you if you were boring to begin with! “Are you getting enough sleep?”
“Eh? Shrimpy doesn’t like me?” Floyd pouted, You noticed him glance at your mouth breifly. “Shrimpy~ that’s rude.” He’d whine louder, a darker look in his eyes than usual. You had no clue if you had offended him or not that time…
Another time was this happened. It actually happened far more often than you would think or enjoy.
“Shrimpy~” he’d say repeatedly to annoy you while you walked around school. Like when a sibling kept poking at you and claiming they weren’t touching you, but he had his hands behind his head as he followed behind you a bored expression on his face. He had been hanging around you more.
Sadly that meant your friends were less likely to approach you. And if they did it was because they neglected to see the towering eel boy.
“My, My, Floyd had taken quite a liking to you.” Jade stated offhandedly one day. You were at the Mostro Lounge (Azul was tired of Floyd skipping work and offered you free meals to hang out so Floyd would get back to work.)
You glanced at the Eel with a confused look. “What do you mean?” He simply looked down at the small necklace you had made with Floyd’s… gifts of a tooth and scales. I’m your defense they made very nice jewelry. Was it a bit messed up to be wearing some students scale and possibly their tooth? Perhaps… but you were poor and wanted something nice to wear.
With the same odd mysterious smile, Jade was off to serve the next costumer.
So you took it upon yourself to figure out what that meant!
First you went asking around Octavinelle. This was a bad idea because most students avoid you like you were Floyd.
Thankfully you managed to corner one, A trembling student you was glancing behind and around you the whole while you talked to him. "So?" You finally asked, a hand on your hip.
"Uh... What? C-could you repeat the question...?" He finally looked to you.
"Whats up with Floyd!" You finally snapped a bit, with a groan and a small eyeroll you glared at the smallfry.
"A-aren't you his...?"
"What on earth does that mean..." You groaned in annoyance too yourself. You were still, very, extremely lost.
Jade:
Whatever do you mean? You started courting him first if he wasn’t mistaken.
It was a Monday afternoon during autumn you believed, when he was serving you in the Mostro Lounge while you were studying. (They had a exclusive deal that lasted only that day) It was pretty late and so, you, like a very normal human, yawned. “My, If I’m not mistaken this is hardly that time of year.” He replied slyly as he gave you your half off drink.
You just glanced at him in confusion as he bowed and excused himself, ever the polite waiter.
That was… odd.
What was stranger was, now Jade has this habit of gifting you things he found on his hikes. It started with a flower to then a mushroom and for some reason he had gifted you a rock? He said he found it “fascinating” So he gifted it to you.
You didn’t really know either…
This whole issue began to intimidate you. I mean, Jade leech, gifting you things? There had to be some kind of motive behind it! There is always a motive behind the Octa-trios advances.
So, not wanting to owe him anything, you began gifting him things in return. “I found this at the store and thought you might like it.” You’d smile warily and a bit nervously as you extended a hand, in it a Dorsel Fin candy.
He’d smile and accept your gift, you’d breath a sigh of relief and go about your day as usual. At least now you didn’t owe him anything!
Now it became a habit, or a fun little game! Whenever Jade would gift you something, you’d look for something of equal value or better! Something he’d like. You’d attempt to one up him, but it was as if he knew about your game somehow and wasn’t letting you win.
Eventually it started to become something else, he was just... always there now? You'd turn around and almost scream! Because: was he there the whole time?
The worst part? He helped you so much more than half the time you turned around, and he wasn't there, you wished he was. He was making your life harder by not being there!
Here is the thing, you can't just get someone use to having a nice, helpful helping hand who is also attractive and then just take that away! Its inhumane.
You gifted him a terrarium you made yourself.
You didn't know why you did it. Maybe you liked his company and wanted to show your appreciation, maybe it was just because you were fond of him.
It was pretty out of the blue as well. You had been working on it for a week now, it wasn't anything remotely at Jade's own level but it was nice. (It better have been because that hike to gather everything almost killed you.)
Was it worth it? Yes. Seeing his eyes widen slightly before he regained his composure was absolutely worth it. He almost had to cough into his hand in Suprise.
Jade wasn't the most expressive, but you had a few ideas of what his Suprise would be look like. "Do you like it?"
"I do perfect. Thank you."
Note: Jade will never confess. It'll be one of those relationships where you don't know how it started but now your married so... Have fun!
Azul:
He was hopeless. Everybody knew this simple fact, except of course: you.
He was a businessman, not a... romance man!
From the way he'd tug at his tie like it was choking him when you were around, to how flushed he'd get when you even glanced in his direction. This guy was absolutely hopeless.
He actually turned... A very bright red was he turning purple as well? and immediately fixes his posture when you're in the room.
Thankfully, it takes two to tango and you were interested in him as well.
So, yeah, it was up to you to pursue the shady businessman who isn't very shady around you and instead acts like, in his own words, "an idiot."
So, no... he doesn't exactly court you. You court him.
You bring him cool things you find, blabber on about what you like and what you think he would like. He was... very confused and flustered, but happy you were there.
It was only after you took an active role in the relationship that he relaxed slightly and began to play along. Giving gifts back and ranting about the business and some poor unfortunate soul he scammed helped.
As everything began to relax in your guy's relationship. It got too comfortable, well, comfortable wasn't the right word. He was comfortable, you were suffering.
Why wasn't he making a move?! Didn't he like you?
Meanwhile, he was feeling pretty good. Jade and Floyd had gotten to a place where they don't tease him as much about not being able to make a move with you. (He didn't you made all the moves.) And his crush was showering him with attention!
You'd glance at him nervously while you sat at Mostro Lounge. He was counting his contracts. His new ones he had started to reaccumulate.
You physically couldn't hold it back anymore. It had been a week. A whole week of nothing new happening between the two of you. The words fell from your lips fast, like rushing water you tried to hold back but couldn't. It would have always slipped through the cracks in your fingers anyway... So you asked him, the burning question. "I like you. Do you like me...?" You finally blurted out.
"What?" He froze up. His head whipping in your direction he didn't know what to do or say and- he was ruining this wasn't he?
Azul had always been an anxious boy, it helped him- Because despite those anxieties he'd show them. he'd overcome them! He always had. But what do you do exactly when the person your heart has been beating oddly for asked that?
"I- um..." was all you needed before you stood up and left. Trying to fight back the small burn that began in your eyes before you cried. "Wait!" He called out but you had been out the door far too soon to even remotely hear him.
It was... a whole thing. He hated it, you hated it, and despite him refusing to admit it, you both cried over it. You always did love the classic miscommunication trope. But it happened. And frankly, you' prefer it this way in the long run. Because when everything was cleared up...
You got to kiss the octopus boy!
A smile on your face when you pulled away, he stared at you slightly shocked but very happy.
In a side note, after you kissed him, he wondered around aimlessly for a good while before he broke out of whatever spell you put him under. (You're still the magicless perfect of ramshackle...)
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Note: Floyd is my favorite. I hope you could tell lol Do I adore Azul? Yes! Was he the last one I wrote so it was kind of rushed and not very long? Also yes... I tried to make it a bit special-er?
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