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“Her approach to both singing and life was throughout one of wild, often desperate engagement that included violence, drug addiction, armed robbery and highly capricious behaviour. James sang with unmatched emotional hunger and a pain that can chill the listener. The ferocity of her voice documents a neglected child, a woman constantly entering into bad relationships and an artist raging against an industry and a society that had routinely discriminated against her … Perhaps her voice, so raw and emotionally expressive, was too fierce for the general public. Indeed, hurt, anger and self-destructive behaviour boiled beneath the surface of her vocals. Once asked to describe her style, she responded that singing allowed her to vent "all this bitch shit inside of me".
/ From The Guardian’s obituary for Etta James by Garth Cartwright /
"I was originally like a punker, know what I mean, like the punks are today, I'd spit in a minute … I would never give a shit whether I worked Las Vegas or Lake Tahoe or not. I'm not a bourgeois person, never will be.”
/ Etta James interviewed in New Musical Express in 1978 by Cliff White /
Born on this day: hard-living, tempestuous bad girl of rhythm and blues Etta James (née Jamesetta Hawkins, 25 January 1938 - 20 January 2012). I venerate Miss Peaches’ outrageous 1960s look of platinum blonde bouffant wigs and thick winged Cleopatra-style liquid eyeliner, when she looked like an escapee from a John Waters movie and was regularly performing on the ultra-gritty “chitlin’ circuit” on the same bills as Little Richard, the Ike and Tina Turner Revue and Bo Diddley. (Can you imagine?? Ah, for a time machine). Search out James’ 1956 version of “Shortnin’ Bread Rock” – it slaps hard!