If I should take a notion to jump into the ocean…

I’M NOT DEAD! Well maybe my creative self is. These days I’ve been feeling like an empty entity, just … breathing. Nothing seems to inspire me, even the virginal drapery of snow in the morning doesn’t tantalize me. I feel like I need something new in my life, something fresh.

Music of choice has been Billie Holiday for the last few days, I rediscovered that lovely voice digging up some old forgotten song in my dusty iTunes library. I find the jazz age very interesting, lots of strong, talented women made a mark back then. I think it’s the cat’s pajamas, daddy-o.
Billie was a drug-dependent masochist, seemingly attracting only abusive men who were even more detrimental to her health than the odd drug here and there. Lady Sings the Blues, the movie telling her biography, although an outstanding film, seems to be largely fantasy. It glorifies Louis McKay, one of the most opprobrious men in her life, making it look like he was some sort of saint. Fantasy as it was, I couldn’t take my eyes of Diana Ross’s magnificent portrayal of Billie.

… ain’t nobody’s business if I do.