It’s time to pour yourself a double (or triple) of whatever poison you prefer and listen to Ms. Simone. The only thing missing from this splendid cover of the original Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ meisterwork is the sound of ice clinking in your glass. There’s anger, bitterness, guilt, and extremely high sexual tension in the air. In other words, much more than a mortal man or woman can handle in under two minutes and 40 seconds. Your therapist, life coach, priest, rabbi, or Scientology auditor can wait until morning …