An upper gold tooth shines like a phosphorous eye when she opens her mouth to sing. The scimitar eyes may close, the slender hands seem to carve the phrases out of the choky nightclub air. And the voice, sweet and strong above the rhythm section, curls around the lyrics like a husky caress. The voice belongs to Negro Singer Ernestine Anderson, at 29 perhaps the best-kept jazz secret in the land.
Although she has been singing professionally half her life, Ernestine has caused so little public stir that she only recently caught the ear...
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