Etta James: January 25, 1938 – January 20, 2012.
I still remember the first time I heard “At Last” as a preteen, in a movie. That voice, ohhhh, that voice. And listening to it, I believed in love. In slow dancing. In long, deep, endless kisses. In things I didn’t really understand that were peeking at me around the edges of my impending adolescence.
She might be remembered for being a difficult personality, for her health problems, for her wild younger years and many other things by her friends and family. But for the rest of us, she will be remembered for her incendiary voice. She will set our hearts on fire for years to come.
Rest in peace, Etta:
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