It seemed like a fine time. She was out of school, hanging out in Greenwich Village, and Charlie Parker was teaching her to sing. "Not that Charlie Parker," Phoebe Snow says now, but still, this was a time of awakening. At the urging of Parker, her "first boyfriend," Snow was beginning to experiment with the crystalline grace of her four-octave voice, getting a grip on her crippling shyness, actually starting to perform. She made a debut album, she had a hit, she was on her way. Then her luck faded. So did she.
That was the mid-'70s. There was music after...
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