Etta James is dead. The world has been diminished. Etta sang the blues for sixty years in a lascivious, lower-range growl that left many a good man shaking at the knees. I don't know much about the woman herself, but the music was good. I first discovered her when I was 36. Second marriage going down in flames, all torn up inside, I picked up a CD of hers by chance and was hooked. She was speaking to something inside of me, and I was liking the way she said it. I've been listening to her ever since, and Etta has made my world a brighter place. Her music got me through some dark places in my life. Now she's crossed over. She's gone home to see her Father. Today, she's with the immortals. A good day for her. A bad day for those she left behind.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Eta James, R.I.P.
Etta James is dead. The world has been diminished. Etta sang the blues for sixty years in a lascivious, lower-range growl that left many a good man shaking at the knees. I don't know much about the woman herself, but the music was good. I first discovered her when I was 36. Second marriage going down in flames, all torn up inside, I picked up a CD of hers by chance and was hooked. She was speaking to something inside of me, and I was liking the way she said it. I've been listening to her ever since, and Etta has made my world a brighter place. Her music got me through some dark places in my life. Now she's crossed over. She's gone home to see her Father. Today, she's with the immortals. A good day for her. A bad day for those she left behind.
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