Throughout his career,
Freddy Cole has striven to maintain a style and tone that don't echo that of his older sibling,
Nat, too closely, once even recording an album called
I'm Not My Brother, I'm Me (although
Freddy did his proclamation a disservice by cutting that album with a trio not unlike
Nat's early configuration and including a
Nat medley). Still, the familial resemblance has been undeniable, and even several decades after his own debut and the death of
Nat,
Freddy Cole's music sometimes can't help but bring to mind the more famous relative. Nonetheless, one shouldn't read too much into
Freddy Cole's decision to record an album of songs associated with
Billy Eckstine, rather than a tribute to
Nat King Cole. Like
Freddy,
Eckstine was a Chicago-bred baritone and the two were close friends from the time
Freddy was a youngster (
Eckstine often visited the
Cole house) up until
Eckstine's death in 1993. The influence of
Eckstine upon
Cole has been significant and well documented, and this collection provides a golden opportunity to understand just how much
Cole has absorbed from
Eckstine without resorting to imitating him. A case in point is
Cole's reading of "Jelly Jelly," which
Eckstine co-wrote and first sang with
Earl Hines in 1940.
Eckstine's take is grittier, a vibrato-infused crawling blues that naturally befits the time and place it was recorded.
Cole's remake is no less authentic, although not as jagged and more pop-oriented, more apropos of a seasoned veteran of nearly 80 interpreting what is essentially a period piece for a modern audience. Any affectations that might tie the tune to a more ribald origin are eliminated or smoothed over -- the new version would be at home in any sophisticated contemporary nightclub populated by patrons who might be scared off by the streetwise
Eckstine-
Hines approach. "Cottage for Sale," a hit for
Eckstine in the mid-'40s, is here given a casual, shuffling ballad treatment,
Cole's voice revealing the slightest cracks as he unveils the story line, sympathetically accompanied by his regular band of John DeMartino (piano),
Randy Napoleon (guitar), Elias Bailey (bass), and Curtis Boyd (drums), with Houston Person joining on tenor saxophone on most tracks. For "Ma, She's Makin' Eyes at Me,"
Cole dismisses all but Bailey for the first minute, focusing the light on his snappy, coolly swinging vocal until the others are allowed to join in. Similarly, the album's closer, "Mister, You've Gone and Got the Blues," leaves it up to guitarist
Napoleon to provide the shape to
Cole's vocal during its first third, before it all opens up. Overall,
Cole succeeds in his mission to remind us of the greatness of
Billy Eckstine, but at the same time he reminds us that
Freddy Cole, too, is and always has been his own man. ~ Jeff Tamarkin