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Lady Day

Wednesday 7/17/19

7:00. I am going to bed. Enough. I turn to nightmares to get away from a worse nightmare. I'll finish "Fitty" in the morning. It got dark around 5:45 tonight while I was finally taking a shower. Lots of thunder. It was today that Billie Holiday died sixty years ago. Her last recordings were made in Boston a few months prior to that. I wrote an essay on them, and her, for JazzTimes, which also ran today.


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