Just recently I was introduced to the music of Eva Cassidy. I’m amazed that it took me so long to find her. She has the voice of an angel. I am listening to her album, The Best of Eva Cassidy, even as we speak. It has become my go-to music when I’m stressed out and need to feel mellow, or when I’m in despair and I need to feel that everything is going to be okay. Her voice is like a spiced tea with a thick dollop of honey. I can wrap her sound around me and feel like I’m in a comforting embrace.
I could wax poetic for pages, but the best thing you can do is go listen. You’ll be instantly converted, I guarantee you.
Now for the bad news. She died at age 33. Instead of decades of amazing songs, we are left to cling tightly to an all-too-sparsely populated song library. It breaks my heart to think of what we’re missing. The world has been deprived of great beauty.
One day in 1996, Eva felt an ache in her hips which didn’t go away. It turned out to be a melanoma that had spread to her bones and her lungs. She fought it valiantly, but she lost that battle in November of that year.
Just before her life was so tragically cut short, she did one last live performance, and I cry when I think of this. She chose to sing What a Wonderful World. You can hear her sing it in better times here. I will never be able to hear that song again without getting a little choked up.
It really is a wonderful world, Eva, but slightly less so because you are no longer in it.