The famous person i most admire - Legendary jazz vocalist Billie Holiday

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THE FAMOUS FIGURE I MOST ADMIRE…

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Legendary jazz vocalist Billie Holiday was born Eleanora Fagan Cough in 1915 Baltimore, the direct descendant of a slave (her grandmother) and a plantation owner (her grandfather). Born to a 13-year-old mother and a  father who abandoned the family shortly after she was born, her childhood was far from stable. After being raped when she was 10, she was abandoned by her mother, and left to live with uncaring relatives. To support herself she began running errands and scrubbing floors in a brothel - it was there that she first heard jazz, scratchy recordings of Louis Armstrong and Bessie Smith played on the house phonograph. At age 12 she moved to New York, where she became trapped in the brutal and bitter world of prostitution. By 1930 she had convinced a club owner to let her sing on an open mic night, taking the stage name Billie Holiday from the name of film star she admired, Billie Dove. After being discovered by musical genius John Hammond, Holiday was introduced to the producer Benny Goodman, who assisted her with her first recording session in 1933; over the next 11 years Holiday recorded over 200 cuts of jazz and swing music.

Despite a lack of technical training, Holiday's unique diction, inimitable phrasing and acute dramatic intensity made her the outstanding jazz singer of her day. White gardenias, worn in her hair, became her trademark.

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During the late '30s Holiday performed with Count Basie, Artie Shaw and other jazz greats and between 1939 and 1945 Holiday scored several hits, including "Fine and Mellow," "God Bless the Child," "Lover Man" and the infamous "Strange Fruit."  

The darkly, atmospheric lyrics of Strange Fruit, are so vivid that they are almost frightening, as they describe a scene picturing a lynched black man and address the injustice of racial hatred and violence.

STRANGE FRUIT 

Southern trees bear strange fruit,

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

Strange ...

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