Groovin’ in the back ground, the sounds of Chris Botti and Jill Scott give testimony to how I’m suffering. The creamy sound of Chris Botti’s trumpet lustfully smoothes over a deep, but graceful base line like butter milk. The effortlessly beautiful percussion saddens my mood to the relieving sensation of a much needed cry. Words finally make their appearance, intertwining with melody to perfectly aid like a midwife to the birth of this sobby state of mind. “Good Morning Heartache” was Billie Holiday’s confession that bled with the pain of a faithful drug addiction. Going to sleep with the hope that the rejuvenation of night would somehow erase the troublesome behavior was her wishful thinking. Truth be told, it is mine as well. Some would agree and argue that her heartache were the drugs while I know that my heartache is my weight of course. I wake up in the morning having to say good morning to it, acknowledging its presents. There is no running from it or taking a break. Every time I wanted to forget about the extra 75 pounds burdening my frame and masking my sexy figure, it would be glaring at me in reflections; faithful until I decide if it’s going to be me or it.
Unfortantly for the talented and beautiful Billie Holiday, it was her. "Good Morning Heartache" sometimes finds itself into my subconcious, coming from my lips in the form of a hum. Chris Botti and Jill Scott's cover of this beautiful song only gives me another reason to love it even more. Cover could be found on To Love Again: The Duets. Enjoy
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