Feather on Holiday

Without hesitation, I excitedly snatched up “The Complete Billie Holiday on Verve 1949-1959.” And then I read that bizarre review by Feather of the undisputed genius of jazz who altered the entire concept of singing at age 18 and miraculously sang even better as the years went on. Once Lady Day sang a song, it was hers and hers alone.

I’ve seen a myriad of books containing endless sketches and doodles by Picasso that the world finds merit in, and I’m still in awe of a deteriorating Parthenon and a less-than-perfect Sphinx.

I believe it is Feather who is “painfully out of tune.”

YANNI DEMOS

Los Angeles