Between a break and another and at the end of the evening,
you are approached by fans, worshipers,
in their eyes you read true joy,
a lot of amazement and admiration,
you get a new and strange feeling:
you feel seen for the first time,
you are not a debutante who despairs,
but a perfectly received artist.
You have already tasted the elective affinity
in the afternoons with Muriel Massinovitch,
now that feeling returns,
in the sweetness of sharing,
music becomes the instrument
to touch people to the heart,
it is a bridge, an illumination
which you realize with dismay.
I look in the mirror in amazement,
singing has transformed me,
more beautiful, more regal the bearing,
the pure gaze, without disturbance,
fresh, quick, sharp mind.
I’ve never been so comfortable.
To a deeper me reconnected,
I am a single mother of myself.
SONG BY NINA SIMON
where it is told why Eunice decides to change her name (Atlantic City, late August 1954)
Nina like girl, a little girl,
born on the floor, in the darkness of the room,
girl, as he called me yesterday
a tender boyfriend occasional.
Nina, a sweet, musical name,
camouflages animal restlessness,
that has always struck my soul,
he hides it and, I hope, contaminates it.
Simone, like the Signoret of golden helmet,
(Europe cultured, distant and refined,
opposite place to where I was born),
graceful woman, dressed Christian Dior,
opposite to me, first shy and clumsy,
but now ready to receive the banners
of the greatest of soul singers:
tremble, Ella, Odetta and Billie too!
“Nina Simone” I want to see it written,
in more than large letters,
everywhere: walls, shop signs,
theaters, cabarets and newsreels
who announce a solemn edict:
from now on music is a right,
right is to live it without constraints
tie together classical and songs.
This is your dream, Nina,
desire in its sunniest aspect,
however, does not exhaust the whole story:
Beyond the success, the stardom, the glory,
to the family you are afraid to show
what, if you want, you can become:
a singer capable of seducing
with the beauty of one’s voice.
Mary Kate pictures grimly,
the judgment that binds you silently:
I dreamed of a famous pianist,
I find myself a poor slender girl,
bar woman who even mixes
sacred music with gambling den music,
shameless and messy woman
the teachings of his family.
Source: Vanity Fair
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