to burst on the scene, and 2:30 a.m.,
April 7, 1915, was as a good a time as any
to grasp my first breath, cry my first chard.” (12)
When a voice like Billie Holiday, nee Eleanora Fagan, comes into the world there is no better way to do this than through the prose of poetry. She was a voice no one could forget, but she first had to grow up and experience the world in all its glory and prejudices to become one of the most predominant singers of Jazz music history.
“The jazz bug bit me good
when Louis Armstrong and his Hot Five
swaggered through “West End Blues”and turned music on its ear.” (39)