THE LIVES OF DEAD JAZZ SINGERS: Ivie Anderson

19 02 2009

THE LIVES OF DEAD JAZZ SINGERS
Ivie Anderson

Studied music. All-black girls finishing school. St. Mary’s Convent. And the nuns watched with folded hands. Sang in the glee club. The choral society. Sick the day they took pictures. Oh, sister, they won’t miss me. Traveled. In small towns. In small bands. No one remembered. But it was a little money. When money was so precious. The big break. Joined Duke Ellington’s band. Ivie became the lyrics. Sat on a stool to one side of the band. Like any one of the instruments. Until the Duke turned her way. And it was the turn of her voice to play… Oh Ivie was crazy about the movies. Moved to Hollywood. Appeared as a washerwoman. In A Day at the Races. Groucho’s eyebrows noticed. Her sad bewildered eyes. Harpo blew his horn. Chased Ivie around the set. She laughed so hard, her voice broke all their hearts… The Duke nodded her way. She stood up. Stepped up to the mike. Like the piano keys. Or the horns. Her voice so clear and light. Like champagne. And those eyes. Sassy. Moving those hip – slowly. She made you feel you were in love. For the first time. But time passes. Love fades. Asthma intrudes. The voice of the Duke was returned to its case. She was only 43.
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