I have spoken about my admiration of Blossom Dearie in the past. An incomparable vocalist and pianist, Blossom Dearie’s voice has accompanied me through many changes.

I first became acquainted with her in college and because of that exposure have found myself drawn to other indefinable performers. I never saw her perform; I wish now that I had. The NYT announced today that Blossom Dearie has died. —

A singer, pianist and songwriter with an independent spirit who zealously guarded her privacy, Ms. Dearie pursued a singular career that blurred the line between jazz and cabaret. An interpretive minimalist with caviar taste in songs and musicians, she was a genre unto herself. Rarely raising her sly, kittenish voice, Ms. Dearie confided song lyrics in a playful style below whose surface layers of insinuation lurked. Read the article

Godspeed, Blossom Dearie. You will be forever cherished.