MP3 Amy Barlow Liberatore - Jazz Baby Hits Her Stride

Jazz standards, quirky cabaret-style originals, sung by a woman who has played Carnegie Hall, the Plaza, and sung with Rickie Lee Jones and cult favorite Michael Greer. Strictly for grown-ups.

10 MP3 Songs in this album (38:08) !
Related styles: JAZZ: Jazz Vocals, EASY LISTENING: Cabaret

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Things you should know about Amy Barlow Liberatore

Sheâs performed everywhere - NYC, Puerto Rico, LA, Bermuda, Buffalo, and even that hotspot of hotspots, Binghamton, NY (OK, itâs her hometown). Caroline's Comedy Club (opening for Leno, Seinfeld, and Pee-wee Herman, her personal favorite), the Plaza Hotel, Carnegie Hall, The Angry Squire. Was Artist in Residence at the Princess Hotel in Bermuda for two years.

Sheâs worked as a singer and pianist with great musicians, like Rickie Lee Jones; Joe Turano; the cast and crew of Santa Monica's legendary Great American Food & Beverage Co., Buffalo theater troupe OâConnell & Co.; and the late, great cult icon Michael Greer.

Sheâs cool. She answers emails. She writes in many styles: some intensely romantic songs; some quirky; some, downright pee-your-pants funny. And she knows about 200 standard jazz tunes off the top of her head. She loves and honors the legends of jazz.

Amy's dedicated. Once she had a car accident on the way to a gig - her car was totaled, but she demanded police drop her off and proceeded to sing for four hours straight (technically, she in shock, but she made A LOT of tips). The person who hit her? An 80-year-old nun, whose â69 Buick trumped her beloved â62 Volvo. The Church payed for her ticket to L.A.

Sheâs gay-friendly. âStraight, But Not Narrow.â If youâre straight and that doesnât mean anything to you, try walking a mile in a drag queenâs pumps and then losing about a million friends in the space of ten years. Just give a listen to her song, âThe Day I Saw An Angel Fly,â based on the last days of a dear friend who was dying of HIV/AIDS.

Sheâs been called âWhite Chocolate,â and âa gay man trapped in a straight womanâs body.â That's a trip, huh?

She is every bit as good live as she is âon Memorex.â And you get to hear studio and live cuts on her CD.

She came up with old-school jazz musicians who treated her like a daughter - a throwback to the days of big bands.

Sheâs a third-generation professional - mom sang; grandpa played clarinet - and her daughter is a pro drummer (baby makes fourth). At 21, Amy was the only girl on the bandstand, the only white musician, and the only one under 60. (Her mother sang with a multiracial group in the 40s. When they got to the gig and told the black musicians to enter the venue through the kitchen, she followed them. Manager told her she could go in the front door with âthe rest of your people.â She replied, âThese ARE my people, and if the kitchen is good enough for them, itâs good enough for me.â)

Sheâs self-published. She hand-assembles every SINGLE CD in her living room, from label to exacto-knifing the covers and folding over the lip with a âRocky Horror Picture Showâ guitar pick. Pops open the cases, loads the covers, the whole shebang.

Amyâs a game girl, quick-witted, a social justice activist who walks the walk, and (curveball!) the wife of a pastor! Rhinestones on Saturday nights, pearls on Sunday morning⦠âThe Hannah Montana of the United Church of Christ.â