Peter Cincotti has a cold. It’s a gray Saturday afternoon in Atlanta, and the wunderkind vocalist/pianist has shunted aside his chicken salad in favor of hot tea laced with lots of honey and lemon. Suddenly, as if on cue, Sinatra, whom Cincotti has played on stage and whose soaring, early-career trajectory the tender-aged moon child (born July 11, 1983) is emulating with last year’s eponymous debut album and his recent follow-up On the Moon, pours forth from an overhead speaker, swingin’ alongside Count Basie on “Fly Me to the Moon.”
Cincotti keeps apologizing for a nagging, hacking cough that, he confesses, proved barely containable throughout his previous evening’s performance with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra. He’s due at Symphony Hall in about five hours for a second ASO date, then takes off the following morning for two days of press in Berlin, before heading to Paris with his collaborators and closest compadres-bass player Barak Mori, drummer/percussionist Mark McLean and saxophonist Scott Kreitzer-for a week of publicity gigs. Such is the whirlwind that the 21-year-old’s life has become, a jet-fueled cacophony of concerts, club dates, recording sessions, interviews and, when he can find a quiet hour or two during a cross-country or trans-Atlantic flight, songwriting.