Among jazz divas, Billie Holiday had the pain, Ella Fitzgerald the purity, Sarah Vaughan the sass. And Lena Horne? She had the ice. With her cut-diamond beauty and panther smile, her drop-dead elegance and dry-martini voice, she was always dazzling while staying just out of reach.
In 1981, though, Horne heated up when she brought Lena Horne: The Lady and Her Music to Broadway. In that autobiographical show, she vented her rage over her years as a white man's sex symbol and a victim of Hollywood racism, and proved that in her 60s she was more electrifying than ever. Now, at...
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