Lady Day’s man is in the front row of the club wearing an expensive and beautifully designed ruffled yellow shirt made of fine French silk. I am surprised to find that just as with Billie Holiday, his yellow silk ruffles have a fragrance and may also be a blossom in disguise.
It is very impressive to see him looking like the erect stamen of an elaborate and exotic bloom. He turns around in his chair and hands out incense and weed that fill the club with the faint scent of anise.
I ask his name and he says for it to maintain its power I must promise to keep it a secret. I agree and he leans over and whispers that his name is, “Honey Dripper.”