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Jul
Forty-five minutes into “Lady Day at Emerson’s Bar & Grill,” we forget that we are watching Audra McDonald. We are transfixed and transported to Philadelphia in 1959, listening to the ghost of Billie Holiday croon and confess and rage.
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