|  |      She lives in "upper Manhattan", like 
              they say, where the more expansive cultural motif of high urban 
              sophistication begins to turn, like the enjambment of a poetic line, 
              imperceptibly toward the contrasting otherness of where the Blues 
              People stay. So Abbey is like that, what she does, who she is, the 
              artist and artistry connected as the persona of a sharply defined 
              and articulated, yet delicate humanism, linking the given with the 
              need to be, the deep with the deeper.Like the apartment, spacious, clearly 
              an introduction to herself, comfortable, self proclaiming, engraved 
              with not so much décor as confirmation of her own aesthetic particularity 
              and presence. Evocative painting, including one of her mother and 
              another, just parallel, of her father, each holding some of Abbey's 
              brothers and sisters, Abbey herself, in both.
 Classic photographs, which themselves 
              are archival gems narrating some aspect of the world she has moved 
              through, the many giants and epiphanies she has experienced. Like 
              one incredibly riveting photo of young Mr. B with Bird, and Diz 
              and Lucky Thompson. Stunning drawings and posters and photos of 
              Abbey, herself, making the walls also, a visual biography. Still, 
              at 70, (and she wanted to know why "they" want to make so much of 
              this number") a striking beauty.
 "I came to California when I was around 
              twenty. My brother Alex brought me out there with him. I had been 
              practicing, singing, but it didn't sound like much. When I got there 
              I was Anna Marie Wooldrige. But the manager wanted me to have a 
              French name and I already had one. But when I began singing at the 
              Moulin Rouge, they changed it to Gaby. And I got some publicity, 
              I was in some of the magazines. Ebony used to like me a lot, 
              before I went social. " She says this with that wink in her laugh, 
              cool and signifying.
 "I was meeting people like Jose Ferrer 
              and his wife, then, Rosemary Clooney. And Mitch Miller, they introduced 
              me to Bob Russell, really a brilliant lyricist. He wrote lyrics 
              for "Do Nothing Till You Hear From Me", "Don't Get Around Much Anymore". 
              The classic Ellington songs. It was Russell named me Abbey Lincoln. 
              He thought I should be linked up to my own history. He was very 
              up front about his own. He used to tell me, "Jews made the world" 
              and talk about Marx, Freud, and Jesus Christ.
 Russell also functioned as Abbey's 
              first manager along with Steve Roland; "They sent me on the road. 
              I went to Honolulu and worked with a group called The Rampart Streeters. 
              They played the music, a drummer named, "Blinky" Allen. He used 
              to blink his eyes when he played. They were playing the music, but 
              there was too much vice and stuff going on, \the place was wide 
              open. People thought they could do anything they wanted to. It seems 
              like it always gets like that just before they take your country 
              over. A lot of people got busted finally. That's when they used 
              to call me," that square broad that works at the Brown Derby".
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