Arthur Meiselman
Singers of Songs
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December 2011

A continuous dimension I travel through is music. It is the balance to my visual world and a purveyor of intimate and relentless privacy. In that dimension, of all the singers I have ever heard, seen, enjoyed, opera, theatre, jazz, pop, only two linger and hover above all the other voices. Both are American.

One is Frank Sinatra. He was gifted with nearly perfect pitch, with a vocal instrument as if a hand-crafted cello had grown in his throat, and he played that instrument with unmatched musicianship, and above all, an unimaginable ability to phrase, to hear and absorb a lyric, and deliver it with personal and surprising meaning. He was also blessed to live at a time of great songwriters, who could lay out lush melodies and poetry to match. It was a time when the lyric was as important as the music, and more important than the "scene".

The other is Billie Holiday.

I saw her twice during my lifetime (and hers) live! Once at the old Metropole in Manhattan's jazz district, and at the CBS television studios in New York, one Sunday afternoon, during a live broadcast... in black and white before they began to use tape.

Billie Holiday was an amazing actress, in every sense of the word. Though she became a legendary jazz and pop singer, did to music and lyrics what no one billie131had done before or since, and influenced generations of musicians, you had to "see" her perform to realize that she embodied that essence of theatre — the actor-audience heartbeat. When she sang, she listened to the lyric, believed in what she was saying (singing), and with her voice, face and body... gave out that belief. Those around her, including the other musicians took it in, shared it, and were moved. Pure theatre, pure art.

When I saw her, her famed physical beauty was shadowed and blurred. Her voice had acquired a rasp that muffled the clarity she once had and limited her range. But her musicianship was intact and her acting heart was open and beating. She stirred people including those who knew almost nothing about her and her living legend.

Where did this come from, this ability to enter a sense of reality, create a belief around it, and send it to an audience? She didn't learn it in an acting studio or as an apprentice to a master actor. She owned it in her mind and the circumstances in her life developed it. We call it a gift, we call it talent, we would call her a natural. I call her an actor, an artist — bent to be different from most other human beings, turned to be isolated and singled out.

If you haven't heard Billie Holiday, listen to her. Almost all of her recordings have been remastered and are available. And there are video clips and film clips which in a small way capture some of her magic. She was an amazing actress, and remains an amazing singer of songs.

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Arthur Meiselman is a playwright, writer and the Editor of Scene4.
He also directs the Talos Ensemble and produces for Aemagefilms

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