Remembering Abbey Lincoln
Tuesday, August 17th, 2010What sad news I came across while reading the New York Times online on Sunday.
One of my favorite singers and songwriters has passed away.
Abbey Lincoln, at 80, died Saturday as most jazz fans know by now. And most of Abbey’s fans know the details of her vivacious life. Her lounge singing start in the 1950s, her supreme acting in important roles in the 1960s films Nothing But a Man (1964) and For Love of Ivy (1968), both of which came after her 1962 marriage to jazz drummer and bandleader Max Roach.
Her personal and musical relationship with Roach would play an important part in the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s as well as in Lincoln’s own musical career. She branched out from supper-club singer to jazz singer and songwriter, collaborating with a multitude of jazz giants over the course of her long career, including pairings with Archie Shepp, Eric Dolphy and Sonny Rollins, and, of course, Roach.
In the past two decades, Lincoln’s songwriting really hit its stride, with a string of fantastic, critically acclaimed albums starting with 1991’s The World Is Falling Down, 1993’s The Devil Got Your Tongue, 1994’s perfect A Turtle’s Dream and 2007’s ambitious Abbey Sings Abbey. There are a bunch of great albums in between too.
My favorite Abbey tune is “Throw it Away,” from A Turtle’s Dream. In memory of one of the coolest chicks that ever came out of the American jazz scene, here are a few passages from the song:
Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day
And keep your hand wide open
‘Let the sun shine through
‘Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you
You can also listen to NPR’s “Fresh Air” tribute to Lincoln, including interviews with the late singer from 1986 and 1996.
Keep your hand wide open, Abbey.

As reported yesterday, the metal legend Ronnie James Dio has passed away. He was 67.
Lena Horne, who died Sunday at the age of 92, was a trailblazer for her race and for the human race. A brilliant interpretive singer and actress, she perhaps never achieved the fame that would have come if she had been born in a later era, when racism and prejudice had eased in this country.
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