This takes me right back to the late sixties, early seventies: Audrey, Ethel, and the black gospel I grew up with. This was mother’s milk to me, musically speaking. I practiced my scales, Hanon and Beethoven. But I thrived on gospel.
She is the hero of my hero, Eric Bibb.
She has a regal bearing. She wears dignity.
She makes you want to stand up.
December 31, 1930 ~ December 2, 2008