1938 – 2012
Funny…about 2 weeks ago I was in my room playing “I’d rather go blind” over and over. I sang along every time for almost a full hour. Something about Etta’s sultry voice could make you feel her pain through the music. It was the blues… it was crying woman. I felt every shred of sorrow she encompassed through her voice. Etta, you will never be forgotten.
Rest… at last.
From Wikipedia: The Life of Etta James
