Susannah McCorkle (January 1, 1946 – May 19, 2001) was an American jazz singer much admired for her direct, unadorned singing style and quiet intensity. 

McCorkle was born in Berkeley, California. She studied modern languages at the University of California, Berkeley. McCorkle began singing professionally after hearing recordings of Billie Holiday in Paris in the late 1960s. She nearly became an interpreter at the European Commission in Brussels, but moved instead to London in 1972 to pursue a career in singing. While in the UK, she made two albums which, although well received, enjoyed only limited circulation.

In the late 1970s, McCorkle returned to the United States and settled in New York City, where a five-month engagement at the Cookery in Greenwich Village brought her to wider public attention and elicited rave reviews from critics.

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A survivor of breast cancer, McCorkle suffered for many years from depression and committed suicide at age 55 by leaping off the balcony of her 16th-floor apartment on West 86th Street in Manhattan. She was alone in her home at the time. The police immediately entered her home after identifying her body and found no foul play. Suicide was ruled the manner of death.^[1]

One year later, in a New York magazine tribute entitled "Jazz Bird", Gwenda Blair wrote, "Onstage, singer Susannah McCorkle exuded a sultry self-confidence that won her lifelong fans. But in private, she fought depression so deep -- and so well hidden -- that a year after her suicide, even some in her most intimate circle wonder how they missed the cries for help."

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Damn you you sadistic sky-god bastard! As if you even existed. As if you were ever anything more than some stinking fairytale for blithering idiots bumpkins rubes & tongues-babbling ninnies!

Yahweh says:  "You're right, son. I am one big sadistic A-hole! Get used to it. When the god-makers made me they threw away the mold. Who else could've invented the beauties of life & the horrors of excruciatingly painful diseases of body & mind? Who else could've invented such a degenerate reprobate as Hitler & his kind? And hells on Earth like Auschwitz? I get a big bang out of all this human misery. You people down there just don't know how much fun it is destroying you all while the worst & most ignorant & hopeless & scared worship me at their altars!  I'm not a loving god I'm a hating god! Everything is temporary. Nasty brutish & short at that...! See you on the flip side, suckers."

And all we have to fight phantoms is art, correct action & love. (I'm big on love just in case you haven't noticed...)

Repair the world whenever possible because Yahweh & the other bugaboos of Canaan & the Nile & the Tigris & Euphrates & the Indus know nothing about that. Idols & delusions. That's all they ever were. Nightmares & wish-fulfillment fantasies of the ancients & primitives.

So...do your best to leave something beautiful behind. That's the best you can ever do.

One For My Baby (& One More For the Road)

Its quarter to three,
There's no one in the place cept you and me
So set em up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know

Were drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
Im feeling so bad

Wont you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Youd never know it
But buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say
And if Im gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And joe I know you're gettin anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

--song written by Johnny Mercer & Harold Arlen

"One for My Baby (and One More for the Road)" is a popular song written by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer for the musical The Sky's the Limit (1943) and first performed in the film by Fred Astaire. It was popularized by the American singer Frank Sinatra.

Harold Arlen described the song as "another typical Arlen tapeworm" - a "tapeworm" being the trade slang for any song which went over the conventional 32 bar length^{[citation needed]}. He called it "a wandering song. [Lyricist] Johnny [Mercer] took it and wrote it exactly the way it fell. Not only is it long - forty-eight bars - but it also changes key. Johnny made it work."^[1] In the opinion of Arlen's biographer, Edward Jablonski, the song is "musically inevitable, rhythmically insistent, and in that mood of 'metropolitan melancholic beauty' that writer John O'Hara finds in all of Arlen's music."^[1]

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