Behind me, Billie was on her last song. I picked up the refrain, humming a few bars. Her voice sounded different to me now. Beneath the layers of hurt, beneath the ragged laughter. I heard a willingness to endure. Endure - and make music that wasn't there before.
Barrack Obama
Billie Holiday's Funeral
July 21st 1959
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