I remember the only time I got to see Etta James. It was the Long Beach Blues Festival in 1990 or 91. I'm a bit confused because it was in the heroin years. She didn't take the stage she stole it. Her show was raunchy and soulful, very much in contrast to what the networks and pc establishments showed of her with the 1960's photo and reference to "At Last". She was/is a blues woman. A soul with soul and character. A stage presence that would make your butt cheeks blush and give your ears gonorrhea. I learned a few things that weekend, first how to do the Detroit Shuffle, second don't get your buddy loaded on heroin if your not ready to carry him back to the car (I must confess I loaded the pot with heroin), third, Etta James ....man Etta James!
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