Lady Sings the Blues

JC Penny has a commercial running on television now that has caught the attention of millions, and generated over 40,000 hits on YouTube. For many of the younger viewers seeing the commercial for the first time, the reaction is, “Wow! Who’s that singing?” For the older folks watching, the answer is easy: It’s the legendary Billie Holiday who died in 1959, but not before creating a sound that had profound influence on singers and musicians too many to count. The song is an Irving Berlin tune titled, “I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm.” Should be no surprise if this new JC Penny commercial results in the rise of Billie Holiday album sales and iTunes downloads. Twenty-five years after the death of English musician Nick Drake, a Volkswagen commercial featuring one of his songs catapulted sales of his three albums. Holiday recorded something like forty-three albums and almost as many singles.

Billie Holiday grew up in Baltimore in the 1920s, where as a young teenager, she sang along with records by Bessie Smith in after-hours jazz clubs. She followed her mother to New York and there made her debut in small Harlem nightclubs. Holiday never had any musical training and never even learned to read music, but easily fit into what was surely the most happening jazz scene in the country moving from one club to another, working for tips. She sometimes sang with the accompaniment of a house piano player while other times working with several performers. Spotted by record producer John Hammond, Holiday cut her first record at the age of 18 as part of a studio group led by Benny Goodman, at the time just on the verge of fame.

Holiday began working with Lester Young in 1936, who tagged her with the nickname “Lady Day.” Joining Count Basie in 1937 and then Artie Shaw in 1938, she became one of the very first black women to work with a white orchestra—an impressive accomplishment for that time. She recorded about 100 new recordings on the Verve label from 1952 to 1959. During this period, she also toured Europe, and made her final studio recordings for the MGM label in March of 1959.

Despite the lack of technical training, Holiday’s unique diction, distinctive phrasing and dramatic intensity made her the outstanding jazz singer of her day. White gardenias, worn in her hair, became her trademark. She wrote in her autobiography, “Singing songs like the “The Man I Love” or “Porgy” is no more work than sitting down and eating Chinese roast duck, and I love roast duck. I’ve lived songs like that.”

Billie Holiday died at the age of 44 from pulmonary edema and heart failure caused by cirrhosis of the liver. A year before her death Frank Sinatra was quoted in Ebony magazine as saying: “With few exceptions, every major pop singer in the US during her generation has been touched in some way by Billie Holiday’s genius. It is Billie Holiday who was, and still remains, the greatest single musical influence on me. Lady Day is unquestionably the most important influence on American popular singing in the last twenty years.”

Unfortunately, commercial minutes being so costly the JC Penny commercial only affords us the first five lines of “I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm.” The song was originally written by Irving Berlin in 1937 for the movie On the Avenue and performed by Dick Powell and Alice Fay. Here are the lyrics…

The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing

But I can weather the storm

What do I care how much it may storm?

I've got my love to keep me warm

I can't remember a worse December

Just watch those icicles form

What do I care if icicles form?

I've got my love to keep me warm

Off with my overcoat

Off with my glove

I need no overcoat

I'm burning with love

My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher

So I will weather the storm

What do I care how much it may storm?

I've got my love to keep me warm

YouTube is full of other Billie Holiday clips of this song, but for a good comparison listen to an Alice fay version of the song.

Stir Crazy

Cabin fever. From early morning the feeling of walls closing in has been at the forefront of this post Super Bowl Monday. It might have been the result of long hours in front of the television on Sunday lasting from 6:00 until almost midnight, with first football and then the season preview of Glee. But it might also have come from a long string of days without venturing outside my little backwater town. Think I needed a dose of Lady Gaga, or at least something with more jazz than seagulls and jellyfish.

The first escape attempt came with a trip downtown to have a look at the New Smyrna Beach Historical Museum. Wouldn’t you know that when I walked up to the front doors they were locked. Closed, dark, empty—a notice on the side saying they are closed on Sunday and Monday. Apart from a soda fountain drugstore, a stationery store, a couple of “antique” (gifts and trifles) shops and the utility company offices, there isn’t much to fill a humdrum afternoon in our illustrious downtown.

Decided to drive to daytona and spend some time in Barnes & Noble. Couple of books in the back of my mind, a thirst for coffee and the need to escape NSB were reason enough. Things are hopping at the Daytona Speedway, with the Daytona 500 Speedweek only five days away (Feb 12-20). Already the area around the speedway is crowded. Daytona’s Barnes & Noble is directly across the street.

Since reading something about writer-journalist Gay Talese in The Writer’s Almanac, a couple of his titles have been on my mind. I read early this morning his career making essay on Sinatra, Frank Sinatra Has a Cold, published in a 1966 issue of Esquire. Was my first exposure to Talese and enough to leave me wanting more. The Writer’s Almanac article included this interesting tidbit about the writer:

‘Each morning he wakes up and dresses in a suit and tie, goes downstairs to his window-less “bunker,” a converted wine cellar, has orange juice and coffee and muffins, changes into an ascot, sweater and a scarf, and begins to write. He writes in longhand and then uses a typewriter, because he says he wants “to be forced to work slowly.” He writes a single page a day. When he’s close to being done with his story, he types it on the computer…married for more than fifty years to Nan Talese, an editor and publishing executive, she reads aloud to him every page that he writes.’

Barnes & Noble had nothing on their shelves by Talese that I could find. Probably looking in the wrong place. Neither did they have The Story of a Million Years, by David Huddle. I ended up instead with the new Robert Crais novel, The Sentry. Crais is another of those Louisiana natives I try to keep up with.

Sipping coffee and reading the first pages of the Crais book, the sky abruptly opened up with torrents of rain and in moments it became difficult to even see the parked cars outside the glass wall in front of me. The sight of so much pounding rain abrading the oily asphalt was relaxing and I sat transfixed for close to twenty minutes while the deluge continued. Later I waded out to my car, finding it a little cleaner from the wet thumping. Cured of cabin fever I drove home to the seagulls and jellyfish.