Ella Fitzgerald

Ella Fitzgerald. Photo by Carl Van Vechten. 1940

First to see. Like Billie Holiday and Benny Goodman. 1933. Debut to beat the band. To be there. To be not square there. Ella singing scat with Dizzy in the 40s. Using her voice like a horn, play­ing with it, like a mad cat run­ning up and down a tree. Running up and down and all over town.

Billie wrote a lot of songs. A lot of peo­ple don’t know that. Or care. They just want to hear her sing. And, maybe feel like they’re cool for lik­ing her, know­ing about her. Yeah, it’s cool if you’re hip with­out push­ing it. A Zen thing. A Taoist dream thing. Like, you gotta float and move fast while you’re stand­ing still. You gotta be strong as you’re bend­ing with the melody again and again. You gotta flow with the wave that cov­ers you with your­self. Inside you release the knot so the notes can fly.

When Ella sang with Duke Ellington, she hit per­fec­tion. She was sup­posed to be singing his song­book, but she made it her own and then some. Winsome scat. Wind song Jazz. Coolness at the Cote d’ Azur.

 

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Ella and the Duke. 1966

Democracy of cool. Equality of cool. Patience when every­one has the turn to be genius for a moment. Patience and respect for craft, for fine, chis­elled, sweet, saltry, hot­house song. Bluesy tune, meets feel­ing it. Billie feels it. As she looks at the band, at Hawkins and Mulligan and Young and Webster. They’re all feel­ing it, like the night come down on them soft and mellow.

 

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Fine and Mellow. Billie Holiday.

 

The sub­lime is sacred. Dance bop slide …

 

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