BILLIE HOLIDAY (Baltimore, 1915 - New York, 1959) known as Lady Day, is considered the greatest jazz singer of all time. His life from his childhood was marked by suffering and pain that seep into each of their performances. His voice thrilling reinterpreted in a highly personal folk songs of the time turning them into masterpieces. ("... And Death / anyone heard / but spoke very close to the microphone / ") What a strange voice, and stopped long in this sad mix of voices, cultures and music! When I hear his voice, time stands still in an eternal instant. For your unique voice, unique Lady Day, white gardenias forever.
"the voice of Billie Holiday may like or not like, but when love is like a poison. A kind of filter insinuating that surprises the first hearing. A provocative voice with bold cat inflections surprising because of its flexibility, agility animal like a cat with claws gathered, the eyes. A voice, trying to compare brighter, octopus. Billie sings like an octopus. At first not noticeable, but when it does get you hooked with eight arms and not loose. " Boris Vian
Pere Gimferrer The poet wrote" Poem Billie Holiday song "Strange included fruit and other poems. In these verses the frustration of desire is the cause the wounds of life. Deep wounds suffered Lady Day until his death: "... We do not give cherry jam and cake / or death or love strange fruit that leaves a sour taste."
Listening to the voice of Lady Day composed the following video in which you can read the poem Gimferrer Pere. The songs are Tenderly and Gloomy Sunday.
Ubú obligated to, employee essential in this frame for sus words on Lady Day, "A voice that contradicted his nickname, is done for the night. Billie Holiday spreads shadows." Also quiero agradecerle poem he Black Magic (Billie Holyday, singer) Joaquin Ruiz Millet. EL Core resistance (years HAPPINESS):
How nice was
someone coming and you whispered
sings one of those songs
elevate the voice
and gushing spring water wherever you find
at the station or at the cabaret
the country was hell
balm and my voice of sorrow
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