I had this album when I was a teenager. Walking down Yonge Street at night in Toronto I heard it being performed by what appeared to be the exact same voice. It stopped me in my tracks. It was Esther Phillips.
The best way I can describe the performance is to describe the incident. I was compelled to the voice, but did not go into unknown bars alone at night. My companion abandonned me at the door seeing the clientele, I was not going to miss this
despite some fears of my own. It was an inebriated mainly male crowded bar.
I stepped in for the song, alone, after she sang I stepped out. I will always remember thinking how we subjected artists and their voices to such brutal smoky atmospheres to make a living.