Timi Yuro died in the spring of 2004 the cancer that took away her voice eventually took the rest of her and I gave her a sendoff in these pages. I wasn’t doing pictures back then, or at least not many, and I didn’t give the matter much more thought until a new-release announcement came down the wire from one of those reissue labels: a two-CD set containing her first four albums plus bonus tracks. And they’d used a manually-colored version of this old Hollywood publicity photo:
Sung and recorded at the very edge of distortion, then remixed by Phil Spector, this may be Yuro’s best: the voice is just as big, and the finger she’s pointing is even bigger.
Especially since Spector apparently did this without the approval of either Clyde Otis, who produced the track and co-wrote the song, or Al Bennett, who was running Liberty Records, Timi’s label.
But the operative word is “big,” and, well, she wasn’t all that big in real life:
Five foot one, maybe. On the radio, you never noticed this sort of thing, and you wouldn’t have cared if you did.