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Nina Simone's voice stops time.
I've been living with her 1965 performance of "Sinnerman" these past few days, and each listen reveals another layer of intensity I'd somehow missed before. Ten minutes and nineteen seconds that feel simultaneously eternal and fleeting—the piano cascading like judgement itself while her voice moves through fear, defiance, desperation, and something approaching transcendence.
What strikes me most isn't the virtuosity, though that's undeniable. It's the