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What a fucking tragedy. I'm not talking about when they took Surge soda off the market, or the final season of the A-Team, or even how all the eagles died because of all the DDT and shit. No, I am referring to Billie Holiday's life. Essentially birth to death it was non-stop sadness. For no reason other than she was a proud, independent, other-worldly talented woman of color, with a heroin and alcohol addiction that would ultimately claim her life at age 44. She was handcuffed to her death bed while suffering from end-point liver disease but (!) she still found time in her life to become, if not the finest female vocalist of the 20th century, someone very much in that discussion. I highly urge anyone remotely interested in the history of 20th century music (with a strong stomach) to read up on her. So I picked this record "Lady in Satin", the last album recorded while she was alive, for a reason. It's not the sassy, meter-bending, I don't give a shit Billie Holiday that recorded Strange Fruit in 193