Until recently, I'd heard Kent only a few times, on NPR's Sunday standards show, and she didn't make much of an impression. When it comes to balladeers of the American songbook, my taste leans to Sarah Vaughn, mid-period Ella Fitzgerald, June Christy, Shirley Horn—chesty singers with a sultry, sensuous edge. In no way does that describe Stacey Kent. Her voice was soft, kittenish. Not my type.
Then two things…