|  |      "But the whole thing….I never had 
              any rights What rights have you? Unless you can kill him. The African 
              women could do that!" She is still light with it, a philosophy of 
              post-was summary. She pauses to reflect, however deeply, "What was 
              wrong with Roach and me was the approach to marriage." And with 
              that one must withdraw before the water is over your head."The only way I survive is to keep 
              running my mouth. That's how I keep from being wiped out, to keep 
              expressing myself!" The talk goes to the wonders of her last albums, 
              the signifying Devil Got Your Tongue! and Wholly Earth, You Gotta 
              Pay The Band, where not only are we moved by Abbey's poetic mastery, 
              of form and content whether her own lyrics or the unique creativity 
              through which she delivers someone else's words.
 One remembers the awesome aura of 
              simple WOW that she evokes from us on Stevie's "Golden Lady", even 
              the old horses, "What are You Doing The Rest of Your Life?" or "You're 
              My Thrill". What about her amazing,"Throw It Away", or innovative 
              new worlds provided by "Caged Bird" or "Africa" or the liberation 
              motifs of "Tears", "Driva Man", "Freedom Day". The ultra-hip "Blue 
              Monk"
 Of those classic pieces, Abbey has 
              a penchant for digging up forgotten or neglected masterworks, e.g., 
              "Brother Can You Spare A Dime", the sound of which provides old 
              folks with a newsreel of the Depression, WPA, or maybe Fonda in 
              "Grapes of Wrath". Another such evocative time machine is the WW2 
              romance, "When The Lights Go On All Over The World", which conjured 
              "Casablanca" and "To Have & Have Not".
 On her way to Los Angeles to perform 
              at the Masonic Hall and the Jazz Bakery, we are discussing the various 
              trends and camps she is checking, bouncing them around for verification. 
              "Best thing I ever did for myself is practice the arts. She is confirming 
              with delight the wisdom of her own choices; I was a singer, a painter, 
              actress, a playwright, a composer. I wrote a thesis on Africa and 
              Egypt. I don't want to do an autobiography because of the ugly spirit 
              in this place. They take your stuff and twist it.
 "And I'm tired of them talking about 
              'Women in the Music', like it's new. Women always been in this music. 
              But the men have been at the front of it. The men have a hard time 
              keeping a standard that individual. If the work is to be seen it 
              has to be original. Otherwise you can kick his booty butt off the 
              stage. But John Coltrane, Bird…that's the people who are out front…
 "Really. I feel attacked when people 
              bring up all the feminist idea in jazz…" It's gets funny to her, 
              about the modes of creativity identified with gender, " (A woman) 
              She can make a baby…She comes looking for a man…takes him home like 
              a sandwich…
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