|Portrait of a Lady|
She belted her tunes and we were all blessed for having the privilege of hearing her sing. Her difficult early life and upbringing belied her later fame and she was able to channel all that hardship into a magical singing voice; strong, with just a hint of vulnerability. Like a steel hand in a velvet glove.
She defied racism and the ghettoization of black singers to achieve almost unprecedented crossover success. Her list of admirers and those who have in some way been influenced by her is quite and it’s unfortunate that a flame as bright as hers burned out far too quickly.
If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.