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A Letter to Etta James

December 28, 2011 Leave a comment Go to comments

Dear Etta,

Well, as of this morning, you’re in the hospital being kept alive with a breathing machine while your family battles over your estate. Ouch. Probably not what you had hoped your final days would look like. I’m really sorry that you’ve been suffering and I just wanted to take a minute to thank you, from the depths of my heart, for all the music, joy and sauciness that you have brought to the world.

The first and only time I saw you perform live was many years back at the Monterey Blues Festival. I was a record store newbie of 19 who was staffing the merch booth. You were the belle of the ball; the headliner that people had come from all over to see; the inimitable, legendary Etta James.

One of the perks of having a booth at the festival was that we were given one of the VIP boxes in the front row. Two at a time, we took turns watching the festival from the box. A co-worker, who was older and wiser, pulled me aside and said, “Don’t take your turn until Etta James. You won’t be sorry.” I didn’t, and I wasn’t.

It’s hard to put into words an unforgettable performance, but here goes. You came out to a sea of applause while your band, which included your baby-faced grandson on bass, got us all into the groove. You paraded and peacocked and strutted around like nothing I had ever seen. High energy rocking blues to tear-inducing ballads, you had the entire arena in the palm of your hand. You singled one guy out a few people down from us, and played with him the whole time; blowing him kisses, dropping your handkerchief for him, asking for his name. It was hilarious, and heart-warming. I remember marveling at how you made an enormous outdoor stadium feel like you were entertaining us in your living room. Perhaps it was the front row vantage point, but I had the sense that those in the bleachers were having much the same experience as I was.

I became a lifelong fan that day and started tracing your catalog backward. So many albums, so many great songs, so many epic performances. I found, as many do, the album At Last, to be a masterpiece, and got hung up on it for several years. Your tunes “I’d Rather Go Blind” and “Tell Mama” are favorites that I will enjoy for all of my days. But then I discovered some of your very early recordings, sung by an untested young woman who was making a go at a career in music. It was such a joy to hear who you were before you were a legend. Those recordings are a reminder of how short and sweet and sad life can be, and that we all dance with the blues.

Thank you so very much for the music, laughter and inspiration. I wish you a smooth transition from this life. Know that you have touched your fans deeply.

Cat Johnson

  1. Stu
    December 29, 2011 at 12:10 pm


  2. December 29, 2011 at 12:39 pm

    Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for posting this. I found out about her condition in the celebrity news section of a local paper. It was just squashed into a tiny box in the corner. So thank you, thank you, thank you for your humanity and your love.

  3. January 20, 2012 at 11:28 am

    Reblogged this on up above my head, i hear music in the air and commented:
    well said, my dear.

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