Back in the 1960's, I was a billing clerk for a trucking company so worked from 4 pm until everything was done, usually not until 3 or 4 a.m. the next morning........so I got lots of overtime!!!
Anyway, one morning I was finishing up my work, and the station I had on the radio...
I don't know a voice that gives me a thrill like Billie's.
Smokey, tormented and feminine.
I heard the first song, more than 30 years ago. I wanted to hear them all.
I got three double LP's and for a long time it was my most treasured musical possession.
She knew how to make the most of a song. No one will ever be able to sing Strange Fruit,Lover Man,Good Morning Heartache,Don't Explain,God Bless The Child,Taint' Nobody's Business...any of her songs like she did.
She had the face of an angel and the voice of a strong, independant woman who had known more than her share of heartache.
I often close my eyes while listening to her raspy, weathered voice belt out a song that takes me back to a time before I was even born.
She calls to me...
Im surprised i havent joined this group earlier. Billie Holiday is one my absolute favorite female singers of all time. I just feel the soul in her voice and if i lay down with my eyes closed.... il end up crying of how beautiful she sounds.
Her voice is just so magical that i cant help but fall in love with her music everytime i listen. From the sadest to the most loving songs... i cant help but just float away while listening to her music.
Every time I listen to her, I get that lump in my throat and my eyes tear up because the pain and emotion in her voice, it makes you feel it. Especially STRANGE FRUIT, you felt like you were there seeing this "Strange Fruit" and it gives you an eerie, sad feeling. She...
I love Billie Holiday and all music from her time. When I listen to it I imagine I'm on a porch, it's an early summers night, listening to the radio and they announce "here is an all new tune from the lovely Billie Holiday, enjoy folks!". I wish
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth