Billy Strayhorn. He made such rich, complex, lush music. I even like his name. Say it: Billy Strayhorn. Now drop your voice a couple of notes and say it again: Billy Strayhorn. Lush.

All of which is a lot easier than singing this song. Someday I’ll work on it until I’m confident enough to sing it in front of someone other than my dogs and cats. Here’s a cool version by Laurel Masse, one of the founding members of Manhattan Transfer. She does it in true “jazz to cocktails” style.