Lynne Fiddmont -|- Lady – [MidLife Records, 2010]
As far back as I can remember, Billie Holiday was a name I just knew. I didn’t know much about her, but I knew her unique, one-of-a-kind voice. Once you heard her, you couldn’t forget her. Sometimes she was brash and others she was silky smooth. I couldn’t quite decide whether I liked her or not, but I clearly remember the first time I got a glimpse of her genius.
I was in college visiting my good friend, vocalist, Carla Cook. Neither of us majored in music, (I hadn’t attended Berklee yet), but we both sang around town with some of Boston’s finest musicians. She went to Northeastern and I went to Boston University, so, when we got together, we had plenty of catching up to do. One particular day, we decided to listen to Billie Holiday. The afternoon started as usual with lots of laughter and the sharing of secrets. We soon noticed however, that we had stopped laughing. We had stopped talking. We found ourselves staring blankly at each other. Billie had done what many singers only dream to do, make us feel something. We changed the music immediately. Continue reading