I'll never forget the first time I heard her haunting, soulful voice.
As the credits rolled after a movie called The Funeral, Gloomy Sunday, sung by the one and only Billie Holiday pulled me in and grabbed hold of me.
That started a fascination with the greatest jazz singer in history. Sure, Ella had the better voice, but Billie's voice was a soul-stirring instrument like no other. Her life was fascinating as well, a glutton for punishment, troubled past, but oh so respected by her peers.
Listening to the jazz and swing of the 30's stands out to me as the greatest music made for a certain time period. When I listen to it, I am transported back to that time, like the way I'm taken to the 50's when I watch footage of the Brooklyn Dodgers.
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