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McCorkle, a polymath and published writer, was that rarest of entities: a contemporary jazz singer who sounded classic. But she was also a troubled person, battling depression and, at one point, cancer. On May 19, 2001, at age 55, she took her life — she jumped from the window of her Manhattan apartment. In her pocket was a note for whomever found her asking that they saw that her cats were looked after. The despair of this act and the politeness of the humble request that accompanied it linger when I listen to I'll Take Romance‘s "It Never Entered My Mind." It's an album of love songs, but in "Mind," McCorkle sings of not having love: "Once I laughed when I heard you say that I'd be playing solitaire/ Uneasy in my easy chair/ It never entered my mind." It's mostly just her voice, a little piano and the sound of the brushes being dragged across the skins. McCorkle sounds wry and a little weary. It's hard not to wonder what she was thinking.
