A million years ago - or eleven, if you're using decimal notation - I went looking for something new. I'd started down a path looking at swing music with Glen Miller and delved a little deeper into Jazz with Dave Brubeck. Eventually, I returned to one of the artists I grew up listening to. Ella Fitzgerald singing How High the Moon and Don't Fence Me In is burned into my consciousness. It was her scat singing that led me to Mel Torme. In my first year of university, I was having an argument with a fellow student about who was better, Ella Fitzgerald or Mel Torme. My familial loyalties fell behind Ella, but I have to admit that his vehemence led me to look closer at Mel.
The Essential Mel Torme was the first CD of his that I bought, hoping it would have lots of scat singing, fast-paced music and excitement. Much to my disappointment, it had none. That's right, not a single bop skoobie doo ba baa.
Later in university, I sold a car with that CD in the player. Ever since, I've been obsessed with replacing it.
Thank you, EPL.