THE LIVES OF DEAD JAZZ SINGERS: Anita O’Day

22 02 2009

THE LIVES OF DEAD JAZZ SINGERS:
Anita O’Day

Tough times under a hot sky. Oh, that sacred heat. All the flat heads preaching redemption. Bread lines. What’s a poor girl supposed to do? Sing for dough. O’Day. Pig latin for dough. The doctors slit open her throat. Don’t put anything else in my mouth. Tonsilitis. Short notes and a rhymic drive. Too many buses. Too many stops. Too many men with dark glasses. Empty hearts. And wallets between your thighs. Stockings over chairs. Too many hangers dripping. Too many office buildings after hours. Too much talk about nothing. Too many miles going nowhere. Staring aimlessly into a mirror. Breakdown. You got to keep it moving. Too many cloudy mirrors. Too many dairy queen facials. Too many walls for company. The girl who couldn’t say no. Raped in a gas station washroom. Or was it a police station? Or was it a church? In 1966, she nearly died of a heroin overdose in a bathroom in a Los Angeles office building. She’d gone there to buy life insurance. Bums used to beat her for a song. In the early 1970s, she was living in a $3-a-night hotel in Los Angeles. Died of alcohol dementia. Her autobiography was dedicated to her dog.

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22 02 2009
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