Hartman, Workman, Trumpet Man, Queef

Terumasa Hino's album with Johnny Hartman isn't as good as his (Hino's) album with Reggie Workman, or, as good as Hartman's with Coltrane, natch, and, even if Johnny stretches out of his comfort zone to slight embarrassment by showing a pulse,  it reminded me of how fucking immaculate he is - not only is he the only Great male jazz vocalist, he might be better than any of the ladies WHICH IS SAYING A FRICKTON OF A LOT. Dude could make my dad's panties melt. That was an unfortunate sentence.