

I caved in, I just can't pass up the opportunity to see Ms. Etta James live. It's a force that is greater than myself. I discovered her slippery, soulful voice when I was 11 or so and in fond memories I find myself (young, four-eyed and freckled) sitting in my friend Suzy's pink bedroom belting "If I Can't Have You." Only to be followed by "All I Could Do Was Cry," "Tell Mama," and, of course, "At Last."
Thursday June 4 in the lovely
Red Butte Garden outdoor ampitheater (and its incredible new sound system) with a bottle of wine, a picnic basket, and sister (I have convinced her to join me). It will be lovely. Two of the best things about last summer (of course not counting my trip to Europe) were Emmy Lou Harris and Al Green in the same venue.
If you recall, I've been listening to Smokey Robinson these days and it turns out he's playing on June 19th for a cool $65. In these economic times, I should probably say no, however, I am pretty sure I will find a way to make it happen.
I have the sneaking suspicion I will go broke in Memphis because of music as "opportunities I just can't pass up" are going to occur nightly.