Sunday Suave’ ~ Spencer Day ~ Till You Come to Me

This young cat hit the scene in 2004 with his first album ‘Introducing Spencer Day’, his second one came out in 2005 ‘Movie of Your Life’ featuring his own songs. And the same year wrote the whole score and stared in a 20 song musical revue ‘Someday, Love’.

Born in 1981 this 30-year-old croons with a style of other contemporary pop, jazz and blues artists from years past that seemed to come out of my parents generation.

I mean this guy’s voice, sound and style is as sexy and as smooth as they come. He composes, plays piano and from this 2009 release of the album ‘Vagabond’ Till You Come to Me is only one prime example of his sophisticated writing and smooth baritone of phrasing.

Even though he has headlined such venues as the Kennedy Center I had not even heard of him and I’m beginning to wonder why not? He certainly hasn’t seemed to have caught fire and gotten the same attention as a Michael Bublé and after reading his Bio I’m left with a feeling that it may be only for the mere fact of his admitted sexual orientation and to me that would be a crime.

This Sinatra, Mel Tormé type of performer should already have his name up there in big bright neon lights. He not only has the talent of a Harry Connick Jr. but a Bobby Darrin. And as far as I’m concerned after listening to this 2009 release in my mind he is one of the best talents that has come along in the past 30 years.

He possesses a fresh combined style of composing and singing intertwined within many genres and era’s of music. And this live version of ‘Till You Come To Me’ defines a ABLAZE of passion.

2009 Vagabond CD Performers

Spencer Day – vocals, piano
Yair Evnine – guitarist/cellist, vocals
Scott Amendola (Charlie Hunter Band) – drums
Jon Evans (Tori Amos’ band) – bass
Ben Vonas – keyboards


Till You Come To Me

Written by Spencer Day


A sleepless night in the city
No peace and quiet in the city
It’s hotter than the water from a boiler in
The basement of Hell
In this low rent, walk-up, broken-down hotel

Counting the cracks on the ceiling
Flat on my back, and I’m feeling
Lower than the roaches in the tunnels of the one and the nine
And the clock says that I’m half past losing my mind

Through the tick tock tick, I can hear the faucet drip
When the neighbors brawl, I can hear ’em through the wall
But I’m waiting, I keep waiting

‘Cause I want you
I want you back again,
I can remember when you and I were one

And I want to
I wanna change your mind
So I’m gonna bide my time, bearing my misery
Till you come to me

High noon, same room
This is when it gets so suffocating the air sits
Heavy, like the weight of my regret for ever
Letting you go
And it don’t matter whether the windows are opened or closed

There’s a beep, beep beat from the traffic in the street
And a bang, bang, bang, like a hammer in my brain
As I’m fading, going crazy

Hey, hey, hey

Just you wait and see
You’ll come back to me


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