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![]() Billie Holiday Head tilted back, gardenias in her hair, Billie sang the blues like no one else could. She had lived the blues with teen-aged parents -- fatherless mostly -- a child scrubbing floors. Raped by a neighbor at the age of ten then put in a home for wayward girls. When she was fifteen she sold her body to make ends meet then went to jail. At Pod's and Jerry's Harlem speakeasy she sang for the crowd and brought them to tears. She sang with the greats Ellington, Goodman, Armstrong and her friend Lester Young on sax. Like a tapestry, threads of voice and sax intertwined and weaved and became as one. When I hear her voice, so melancholy, crying for her man it brings me to tears. She was beautiful, she was successful but, abusive men and drugs pulled her down. She was Lady Day, Angel of Harlem.1 She charmed us with song then left us too soon. Over two hundred of her recordings is her legacy. We miss you, "Queen of Jazz." Note: Excerpt from Fine and Mellow with Lester Young from the CBS production, The Sound of Jazz. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IyuG_2jXsE Footnotes
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