Sunday night is... Bill Withers, Ain't No Sunshine / Just the Two of Us

I had almost forgotten about Bill Withers then he came up on the documentary about him, Still Bill (probably only there for a few more days after this post appears). It's a lovely film and he himself is admirable, articulate, honest, kind, an altogether proper man moving into the phase of life that is only just a few years in the future for me.

As for the songs, the tunes, the words, his voice and the settings, they are beautiful, out-of-time, at the border between jazz, soul and even funk at times, though not particularly in these two classics. As with all classics there is a touch both of sadness and aspiration that adds a poignancy that is never maudlin or simple easy listening.