Oh, Etta James, please feel better! The Uptight Yankee and I saw her in concert maybe five years ago, and she was a dirty old bird, and we loved her for it. She had to ride a motorized scooter out to a stool center-stage, but then she was able to get off the stool from time to time for a good old bump-and-grind routine. Whoa. Love her. And if I can't feel better, well, I at least want her to.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
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