R.I.P. Doris Day


Doris Day

 I had a lot to think about today. But this wonderful lady was in my mind all day, even when my thoughts were turbulent.

I loved DORIS DAY. Never met her – so often dreamed about it – especially when I discovered her work in her animal sanctuary. But never did. Sadly ?

Yes, but in a way I’m glad I never bothered her. But I always held Doris in my heart as the perfect singer – all warmth, always smiling, yet smouldering beneath. That voice !!! Tender and soft and inviting, yet ready burst into joyous overdrive as she poured her heart into the big moments.

She wasn’t my generation, of course. She was of my parents’ generation, and a lot of people raised their eyebrows when I named her as my favourite singer when we were first asked this kind of question around 1970. “Doris Day?! She’s not a rock singer !” No – of course not. But listen to “ Secret Love” – my all time favourite. Listen to the beauty of those tones, and feel the passion in that performance. And remember that in those days there was no ProTools. This would be a single take. Her accuracy is sensational – she must be one of the most perfectly-in-tune singers in history.

But that’s only the beginning. She doesn’t mess with the melody, or decorate it to show off. She tells the story – sings it from the heart, and all kinds of tiny curves and variations portray the emotion she feels.

This isn’t the first time I’ve eulogised about Doris, but this, of course, is a special time. So many people who loved her will miss her. But, for me, seeing her peacefully depart the world at the age of 97, having followed her heart all the way, I just rejoice in her beauty and splendour, and thank her. And send her love on her next journey.

R.I.P. Doris Day.


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