(Relax. I've put the posterior-themed posts to an *ahem* end.)
This past Monday was birthday to both Robert Burns and Etta James. But as much as I love the egalitarian sentiment of "A Man's a Man for a' That," it simply doesn't have the same funkitude as "Rock Me Baby:"
I just read that Etta's a bit under the weather, but she's expected to recover. Hope so -- even if she can't shake it like she used to in the '60s (check out "Etta James Rocks the House"), her performance last year on Dancing With the Stars proves she's still got plenty of soul. (And I hope I'm that smokin' hot when I'm 71!)
Anyway, I'm hunkerin' down here in Bubbaville for the latest round of winter weather; we're expecting up to a foot of snow by tomorrow night. Provisions are on hand, but if we lose electricity I won't be able to listen to Etta while I dance around to stay warm. Hmph!