I woke up today with a pain so strong that it left me literally only able to eat a piece of watermelon and get back in bed. It wasn’t until I became aware of the date that I realized 2 years ago today, Lena passed away.
I have to say doing this one woman show on Lena has not only given me a greater appreciation for her life and legacy, it has given me this fiece appreication for myself.
Damn it. It sucks that in this lifetime, I will never get to meet her, and thank her for all she has taught me, and all she has given me as an artist and as a black woman.
Well my dear Lena, at least we have the stage. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Love always.
Where do I begin?
On May 14th 2010, I was resurrected.
Something inside me was burning from the time I heard about Lena Hornes death. I don’t know what it was, but it felt like a little piece of myself died with her. Some may say I reacted too strongly for a woman I’ve never met… but I should explain.
I was exposed to Lena at a very young age. I can still see my elementary self singing along to Stormy Weather in my grandparents living room in Michigan.
Everyone I know says I was born far too late. A quick response they tend to give after hearing about my love for Rita Hayworth or quick knowledge of the Golden Age of Hollywood; or my ipod filled with songs from Ella Fitzgerald, Dinah Washington, Duke Ellington and at 167 songs… Lena Horne.
Lena’s death represented the end an era, an…
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