The question is why isn't she playing the piano? Given that Simone was a talented, classically trained pianist with wonderful jazz styling it's a mystery why, on this her final studio recording, she isn't accompanying herself as she had on the rest of her thirty-odd albums. More suprising also given that she had never been on better form than on her previous album, Fodder On Her Wings.
I can only assume this is because the producers - and this is a big production - wanted her to focus on her voice. And what a good idea. Oozing with richness, experience and individuality, this album is a testament to a voice that aged like a good wine.
Don't worry about the piano thought, as this is under the capable hands of Michael Melvoin, whose playing is a respectful homage to her easily recognisable playing style. Though she does get chance to bang out the syncopation on the gorgeous, mournful Just Say I Love Him.
For various reasons often beyond her control Simone's output in the seventies went into something of a decline. However, this and the previous two albums are an all-too-short second bloom. This is classic Nina, as good as her mid-sixties Philips high-point.