Insofar as a force of nature can have a birthday, Dame Shirley Bassey is doing so even as we speak - 81 going on eternal.
This is, I admit, not the most subtle rendition of what is often a delicate blossom of a song, but then again subtlety, by and large, is not Dame Shirley's stock in trade. She goes for the big note and the sweeping gesture, and more often than not it works. What keeps her from wretched excess (and its debilitating twin, self parody) is that she is also at heart an artist, and one remarkably self aware to boot. I always enjoy watching what's she doing while she's making those vast and invariably crowd-thrilling sounds.
Here, for example, she declaims the Comden-Green lyric as if it were "Goldfinger," pushing Styne's gentle tune out into the stratosphere. At the same time, though, what she's being (as opposed to singing) is a person who has more than an inkling of what it means when the party ends. Her expression at 3:25 - "it's all over" - stops time. She's gone from being a slightly tipsy good-time girl heading home to a woman dealing with a sudden glimpse of the abyss - albeit ("my FRIEND!") one who pulls it back together at the finish, at least one more great note in her.
As I'm quite sure she still has today. It breaks my heart I've never seen her live...