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She always delivered despite the bumpy road she traveled. RIP Etta
Posted by Gibby | January 20, 2012 5:14 PM
Beauty. Forever.
Posted by Mojo | January 20, 2012 5:51 PM
Was anybody else at that concert at Civic Auditorium with Etta James, Martha Reeves, and James Brown? Quite an evening of music.
Posted by Bill McDonald | January 21, 2012 11:33 AM
Etta James and Johnny Otis: The End of a Great R&B Song By Mark Jacobson
It is a rough day for the rhythm, a bad day for the blues when the 73-year-old Etta James and 90(!)-year-old Johnny Otis die within 48 hours of each other. Still, like the internal logic that imbues all good songs, it figures, since Otis, avatar of "Willie and the Hand Jive," discovered the then-14 year-old Jamesetta Hawkins in a San Francisco hotel room more than 60 years ago. A man with an eye for a hot mama ready to rip it up, it didn't take Otis but a minute to put Etta on the road with his "Hand Jive" revue, singing kind of dirty songs like "Roll With Me, Henry," which was changed to “Dance With Me, Henry” to get it on the radio.
Maybe it was that taste for the netherworld clubland that kept Etta James from crossing over to the mass market despite possessing a set of pipes to power a whole Rust Belt city. (Otis always went his own way, played a million one-night stands, and often recorded under the name Snatch and the Poontangs.) She wasn't churchy like Aretha, she wasn't silky like Sarah Vaughn, she wasn't skinny like Diana Ross, but of all the great female R&B singers to come of age after the rise of rock and roll, Etta James was the most street. She shot dope, got arrested for writing bad checks and forging scripts, claimed to be pool player Minnesota Fats' illegitimate daughter, and blew up to 400 pounds. Plus, she scared the shit out of you. There were few forces on earth to put the fear of God into a young boy surreptitiously listening to a transistor radio after bedtime than Etta James roaring, "Tell Mama ... all about it!
Con't at http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2012/01/etta-james-johnny-otis-death-obit.html
Johnny Otis ~ Willie and the Hand Jive
Live on The Johnny Otis Show
with Lionel Hampton on vibes!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOrQTh_Cq7U
Dreading the traditional third passing of an entertainment great now....hoping it's not a young artist.
Posted by Mojo | January 21, 2012 12:10 PM