It’s a classic by John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman. There have been many recordings over the years, but my favorite is by Rickie Lee Jones in her Pop Pop album. It’s on CD but was recorded in analog and then transferred.
Analog is the better way to do it. When music is converted into bits and bytes, it turns cold somehow. Passing through bandwidth, you still have the width that limits true connection. Better an unbound band in analog. It’s all there: the grit, every crackle and pop, each rustle and brush and bump and shiver and shake. Those tremors and any smiles—all there.
Hands down this remains my favorite recording. Hands up, it is still my favorite.
For me, this is the only one . . .