Two Ladies in Satin.

To nudge me into the Land of Nod I usually play an album to help me along the way. Lately I've been playing Lady in Satin - one of Billie Holiday's last recordings. It's one of the few, maybe the only one, where she's accompanied by an orchestra - strings, the whole nine yards. 

Recorded in 1958 I remember it was slagged off by the critics at the time. Listening to it for the first time all these years later (the critics put me off passing my own judgement earlier) I'm compelled by the poignancy of the cry-for-help vocals. This wasn't your bouncy, technically flawless, Ella style singing. This was as heartfelt an outpouring as any singer ever emoted on record. Even Sinatra the Great never matched this level of anguish.

Kandace Springs is due to release a cover version of Lady in Satin in May. Two singles have already been released - You've Changed and You Don't Know What Love is - and they're excellent. There isn't the same passionate content as on the original - how could there be without living the life that Billie lived? Nevertheless, on its own terms this promises to be an album, not to replace the original but to file alongside. Lance