I am not certain that this is the greatest cover song ever. I am also not certain that it isn’t.
I am not certain that this is the greatest cover song ever. I am also not certain that it isn’t.
One of my favorite photographs of all time
RFK’s final journey by train from NY to DC on Kodachrome
from the series “RFK Funeral Train”
by Paul Fusco
June 8, 1968
I think this one is my very favorite, though.
Etta James - All I Could Do Was Cry
My thirst woke me at 7:30 today, well before my alarm. I wound up listening to this song to fill the time, sitting on the edge of the bed with my eyes closed and marveling at the sound of her voice. Around one o’clock, my father sent me a text message telling me that Etta James had died this morning.
It is 30 degrees warmer than a Midwestern January has any right to be, and Gertrude Rosemund and I are celebrating by squinting into the sun like Calvin Klein models and listening to this. Bonus: out here on the screened porch, I found my lens cap and she found BOTH her squeaky raccoons.
GPOY