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- REVIEWS, Page 72MUSICTorn from Body and Soul
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- By JAY COCKS
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- PERFORMER: BILLIE HOLIDAY
- ALBUM: The Complete Billie Holiday on Verve 1945-1959
- LABEL: Verve
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- THE BOTTOM LINE: A boxed set captures, if not the glory
- days of a supernal jazz singer, great ones nonetheless.
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- She said everything like she meant it, and she sang it as
- she lived it. "I'm telling you, me and my old voice, it just go
- up a little bit and come down a little bit," Billie Holiday says
- during a rehearsal interlude on this landmark set. "It's not
- legit. I do not got a legitimate voice." True enough. But Billie
- Holiday changed every notion of legit -- twisted it right around
- into such a newfangled shape that her silken, serpentine style
- became the touchstone for all jazz singing. She was, by herself,
- the new tradition. Others followed, and some were great. But no
- one has ever touched her.
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- Her life, a parabola of supreme artistry and
- self-destruction, was, as she says, up a little bit, then down.
- Way down. Her last dire days, her body racked with junk and her
- voice cracked like thawing ice, have been rued and romanticized.
- When she died in 1959, the superstructure of the legend was
- already raised: the instinctive jazz talent, full of early
- genius, snuffed out by racism, callow commercialism and
- self-indulgence, her best work far behind her.
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- But Billie Holiday was no butterfly to be broken on such
- a greasy wheel. As this triumphant 10-CD collection
- demonstrates, she still had greatness in her. She was leading
- a reckless life when she laid down her great Columbia sides in
- the 1930s and early '40s, and by the time she got to Verve, the
- price she was paying for her excesses was becoming more
- damaging. You can hear the bills coming due. In a "Jazz at the
- Philharmonic" session from 1945, Holiday's debut at Carnegie
- Hall, she follows a sexy, freewheeling Body and Soul with a
- heart-riving version of Strange Fruit in which her voice cracks
- on the final note. By 1957, when she appears at the Newport Jazz
- Festival, her voice is slurred, and she has problems not only
- keeping up with accompanist Mal Waldron but even catching her
- breath.
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- Holiday dwelled and worked, however, on a plane of pure,
- primal feeling, and by that standard -- on her level -- this
- package contains peerless music. Like a superb actress, Holiday
- knew how to internalize her turmoil. She had too much pride in
- her womanhood, her race and her artistry to turn herself into
- a sorry paradigm of self-pity. Rather she could make each song
- she sang a personal testament -- a confession, a regret, a
- reverie. She did not trade on her personal devastation. She used
- it till the end, to drive her artistry.
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- Inevitably, it finally overcame her. This set offers not
- only a living piece of her life in music but a kind of oral
- history of the last years as well. Producer Phil Schaap has
- included 1 1/2 hours of newly discovered material, rehearsals
- in 1955 where Lady Day runs through some tunes, runs over a
- little history ("Jesus Christ. Man broke my heart and I needed
- the loot"), runs down some collaborators ("The dirty bum," she
- says of her producer, Norman Granz. "I hate that son of a
- bitch") and in general gives a strong account of the spirit that
- kept her vital even as her body was giving out.
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- The rehearsal singing is uncertain, and the speaking voice
- has a deep, narcotic slur. But there is no ruin in it. Maybe
- truth can speak with a single voice after all: Billie Holiday's.
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