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No 2.
Billie Holiday (1915-1959)
Billie Holiday was born in Baltimore
on April 7, 1915, the daughter of a 15 year-old musician and a 13 year-old
housemaid. Her childhood was both harsh and short: she was confined
to a Catholic Institution as a victim of rape at 10 and became a prostitute
at the age of 13. She began performing in night clubs at 15, having
discovered that singing could save her from servility and whoring.
"I had decided I was through turning tricks,
but I had also decided I wasnÕt going to be anybodyÕs damn maid"
Discovered by Benny Goodman in 1933, she made
records with Lester Young [who named her Lady Day] and went on tour
with Count Basie and Artie Shaw. She hated the road, however, especially
the almost continual racism. Characteristically, she expressed her anger
in song: ÔStrange FruitÕ Ð her own composition - was a bitter anti-lynching
song which must have been the most surprising hit record of 1939.
Billie became a Heroin addict around 1944,
to add to her other self-destructive habits of strong booze and weak,
unreliable men. She spent much of the last 15 years of her life swinging
between jails and sanatoriums Ð neither of which cured her of the "white
junk" she found so plentiful in the clubs where she sang. Despite this
she covered her needle tracks with long elegant black gloves and recorded
songs Ð ÔDonÕt ExplainÕ; TÕAint NobodyÕs Business if I DoÕ etc Ð which
speak directly of the problems that devastated her.
BillieÕs strength and determination is shown
most clearly in the closing lines of her own brutally honest autobiography,
Lady Sings the Blues [1956]: "This time the doctors have told me, with
any kind of luck, I should be able to stay straight for two whole years.
Who can ask for anything more? If you expect nothing but trouble, happy
days will turn up. If you expect happy days, look out. But no doctor
can tell you anything your own bones donÕt know. Who can tell what detours
lie ahead? Another trial? Sure. Another jail? Maybe. But if youÕve beat
the habit again, no jail on earth can worry you too much. Tired? You
bet. But all that IÕll soon forget with my manÉ."
John Brooke
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