I sang the damn song before any of you fools!!!
So yesterday, Etta James broke fool on my girl Beyonce. (And on my president. But I’m not touching that).
I listened to the audio on Wendy Williams’ radio show. And after I picked up my jaw off the floor, I could only shake my head.
I must confess, I don’t know much about Etta James.
But of course, I do think of the song At Last when I hear her name.
But let’s get a few things straight here.
It’s not Etta’s song.
When I see that microphone, I want to grab it, tilt it back, open my mouth and have something wonderful come pouring out.
No. I really wish I could sing.
It’s almost unnatural.
And I don’t mean sing a little bit. Carry a tune just enough to get by. I mean, I wish I could really sing. Like, Jennifer-Hudson-at-the-Superbowl-sing. Yes, she was lip-syncing. But she sang it like that somewhere!
My obsession is mostly my mother’s fault.
A few quickies for you this morning dear readers….
1. Can someone please explain the current lineup of The Roots to me? I’m very confused.
Is it wrong that I rooted for Mike Tomlin because he’s Black?
Here’s the thing: I know nothing about football. Less than nothing. Considering I was a cheerleader for three years, this is a bit pathetic. All I know is that a “first and ten” is good, a touchdown is six points, (possibly seven?) and sometimes all the guys will huddle around the ball and watch it wobble for some reason. (What is that about?!)
I don’t have a favorite football team. I guess if I had to root for a team, I would go with the home team. But what is the home team for New Jersey? We don’t have a football team. Right? The Giants are a New York team. But they play in Jersey? I truly don’t know.
For the Superbowl, it’s no fun to watch if you’re not going to root for somebody. I was already leaning towards the Steerlers ’cause they’re on the east coast. And because Arizona is McCain country.
Then, in the days leading up to the game, I caught a few pre-game interviews with Mike Tomlin, the head coach of the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Within thirty seconds, I was sold. The Steelers had to win. Tomlin is young, cute, intelligent, well-spoken and…he’s got that other thing going on. That thing I fully support. You know what I’m talking about…
Dear readers, what have we learned this week?
I started off with a post on Omar’s, the Cuban restaurant that I want to become my version of “Cheers.” It’s no going so well. It’s Saturday afternoon as I type this. And I dipped into the office to get some work done. I went to Omar’s for coffee and it’s like a completely different place. It was packed to the rafters and it took ten minutes for Omar to even notice me at the bar, sandwiched between people ordering pan con bistec. I got my large coffee. And he may have actually said, see you later. But I’m not sure. He could have been talking to someone else.
The post about Omar’s had some really poignant comments. Including one from my Commenter Of The Week: Dylan. Here’s what Dylan said…
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