
Well, probably won’t suprise too many of you friends that sister Etta started out singin’ in church from just 4 or 5 years old. As mentioned yesterday she went an auditioned for Johnny Otis with a couple friends. He was so taken with her voice he took her to L.A. to record the next day. Etta lied and told him she was 18 (she was 15) and when Otis insisted on her mama’s consent she went home and forged it as her mama was in the big house anyways. How rock ‘n’ roll is that? Tough life that she had she didn’t exactly turn out a regular church goer by any means but she did record some gospel tunes and in her memory we got a couple for you here today. As y’all might expect, they pretty fiery. Proper too, choir, keyboards, all that. A little shiny on the production if you wanna gripe but seriously, it’s great stuff. She does a bunch of real familiar standards but these are among the less well known songs and they just as good.
To My Father’s House
We’ll Fly You To The Promised Land








Well now, I ain’t written much on the subject of my caffeine induced visions since last spring and there’s reasons for that, summer mostly. Still, when the leaves gathered at the corners and it started to glow golden in the afternoons, then it get too cold to sit about outdoors I wandered back on in. Just yesterday I was sippin’ a fine cup o’ joe and thinkin’ on this here song, and how Etta was reak sick an’ all. Then this very mornin’ I hears as she’s been released from the hospital to go on home. Well, that’s kind of good news, I guess. She just be going home to die now, Etta has leukemia, kidney problems and, probably nature’s cruellest trick, dementia.

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