What Happened, Miss Simone? Page #2
than I had ever heard of in my life,
so I said, "Well, I'll sing,"
and ever since then, I've been singing.
Eunice Waymon was playing
in the bars to support her family
and to have money to continue
But since she didn't want
her mother to know that
she was playing
"the devil's music" in bars,
she changed her name.
Eunice Waymon became Nina Simone.
meaning "little one,"
and she had a boyfriend
who called her "Nia,"
and "Simone" came from
the French actress Simone Signoret.
I didn't want
my mother to find out.
I knew she would hate it.
So I, kind of, kept it from her
for a long, long time.
Was it lonely for a young girl
entertaining in these strange bars?
Extremely. Extremely lonely.
Working peculiar hours, I imagine.
12:
00 midnight to 7:00 in the morning.It ruined your social life, uh...
Never had much of one.
- Why'd you keep on with it?
- Couldn't help it.
I have to play
and I needed money.
It was always a matter of necessity
from day to day what I'm going to do.
I didn't even know I was
going to stay in show business.
I never thought about a choice.
From the beginning,
I felt there was something eating at her.
You know,
"What's eating at you, Nina?"
And, um...
gradually that got stronger.
The first time I played with Nina,
it was the summer of 1957
at a restaurant in New Hope, Pennsylvania.
She didn't look at me.
Said nothing, as though I wasn't...
I wasn't even there,
and started in on a song.
She never told me
what key she was going to be in.
She just started playing, and I knew
exactly where I was going to go with it.
It was like we had
a telepathic relationship.
Before you knew it,
we were just weaving in and out.
And then she looked up.
Al Schackman
is a terribly sensitive, creative man.
He has perfect pitch,
which means that
no matter what key I'm in,
he's able to adapt himself immediately,
'cause I do that all the time.
I'll change the key
in the middle of a tune.
Nina had a wonderful way
of taking a piece of music, and...
not interpreting it, but...
but, like, metamorphosizing it.
You know, morphing it
into her experience.
What I was interested in was
conveying an emotional message,
which means using
everything you've got inside you
sometimes to barely make a note
or if you have to strain to sing,
you sing.
So sometimes
I sound like gravel,
and sometimes
I sound like coffee and cream.
When I first saw Nina
at my club in 1959,
I was impressed.
She was different.
She mixed in folk music with jazz.
She played very fine piano.
Her voice was totally different
from anybody else.
It was a woman's voice,
but it had the depth of a baritone.
That depth and that darkness carried
the insight of what was in Nina's soul...
and it reached you very quickly.
She was an artist.
She was an original artist.
So we paid attention, and in 1960,
I put her on the Newport Jazz Festival,
and she was a hit there.
Her sound is so original.
When she first appeared...
she was one of those musicians who...
Once... You don't have to
hear them a bunch.
If you hear them once,
then the next time you hear 'em, you say,
"Oh, that's that same one
I heard last week.
Nobody sounds like that except her."
At Newport,
she was sitting on a high stool
with a tambourine,
and I was in the back.
She wasn't sure
she wanted to go through with it.
If I remember right, she was a little,
you know, "What am I doing here?"
And I said, "You're here because,
you know, you belong here."
And she said,
"Okay, Al, but you better play."
And I said,
"Don't worry, I'll play."
But then, if you watch during
her performance of "Little Liza,"
she has that little smile
from time to time.
She let go,
and it was really cute.
Then I recorded
seven or eight tunes
that I had been doing all of those years,
and of course, the public
picked out "I Loves You Porgy."
It was not pushed or promoted
to be a hit at all.
- Girls! Guys! Hi.
- Hi, Hugh, nice to see you.
Real good.
Eleanor, you want to, uh,
take Don's coat here,
and maybe you can show the girls
where the powder room is and bedroom.
Hello, there.
Very nice to have you with us
this evening.
This is Playboy's Penthouse,
and I'm Hugh Hefner,
editor/publisher of Playboy magazine.
I'd like you to meet someone that
I think most of you know, Nina Simone.
She came out of nowhere
in the last year as a recording star.
Now has a very, very big record in "Porgy"
that is breaking
We're very happy she could join us
- tonight on Playboy's Penthouse...
- Thanks.
And she's going to play and sing
a little bit for us now with her group.
Do you want to hear "Porgy"?
- Very much!
- Right!
Good, that's what we'll do.
Nina, there's a man
named Andy Stroud.
He walked into your life
How did you meet your husband?
He came to see me at a nightclub
and a mutual friend introduced us.
Nina came to the table and sat,
and I was eating a hamburger plate,
and there were fries,
and she dipped into them.
And she wanted to know if it was okay.
I said, "All right."
We got cute and then she gave me
that card with a note on it.
Then I went over to see her at her place
in the next day or two.
How did you know that
Andy Stroud was to be your husband
and not just another guy
out for a date or something else?
That's a hard question.
He told me that he had
wanted to meet me for a long time.
And he had come for me.
I fell in love with him.
Then later, he scared me to death.
He was so, you know...
He knew what he wanted
and he just took over.
He abandoned his own career
as a sergeant of the police department
to manage me,
and for the first time, I knew what it was
not to be just floundering out there.
Here was a tough, New York,
you know, vice squad cop,
that when he stepped out
of his car uptown, people ran.
And he had... he had a way
of just saying one word...
"Hey."
and that could put
a lot of fear in people.
But Andy and Nina married in 1961.
He retired from the police force
and became her manager,
and he did well for her.
in Mount Vernon, New York.
We had a 13-room house,
four acres of land, lot of trees.
And Lisa was born
nine months later.
The first three hours after Lisa was born
were the most peaceful in my life,
and I was in love with the world.
And Andrew was there.
He was sitting right there, and he said...
I said, "How's the baby?"
He says, "How's the mother?"
And I loved him for that.
I was a good mother.
I was a goddamn good mother.
I remember our house
in Mount Vernon
like the back of my hand.
It was like a fairy tale.
I remember seeing
the paisley on the walls.
The walls were kind of like a...
They were hued in gold,
but it really wasn't gold.
It was more like a muted gold
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