You smile, oh and then the spell was cast and here we are in heaven, for you are mine at last.
RIP Ms. Etta James. Only Aretha comes close.
Perhaps every single gal 20 years older than me (I’ve eclectic tastes in food and music) remembers listening to “At Last” and perhaps “Someone To Watch Over Me” and I do.
I didn’t know her or her personal life, but love that voice. While we can buy that song, that voice, on iTunes it’ll never be the same now that she’s gone. I can’t even try to describe that voice, the passion and elasticity (I know, but it’s what I came up with to deal with her mastery of changing tone). In another life she might be an actress who can change persona in an instant.
Her gifted nature may have harmed her, but her voice will stay with us. For younger folks reading this, listen to her and she’ll open up a new world devoid of hip hop and anything that passes for music these days. In humble respect, Dee
Cooking with Dee 