I heard this morning that one of my icons of cool courage, Eartha Kitt, died yesterday at age 89. Thanks to my mother's eclectic tastes in music, I knew about Ms. Kitt early on. During Christmas season in the 70s and 80s, I constantly called radio station request lines asking they play "Santa Baby," which it seemed no one had heard of by then. She was such a richly-textured performer, and I think it fitting she died on Christmas Day. What a gift to Heaven...or Hell...wherever she chooses to be will be better for her presence. From one broad to another, what a woman!
Santa Baby
C'est Si Bon
2 comments:
She had an incredible purr.
Oh baby, she sure did. If ever Tiger was evident in a human being, it was in this intense woman.
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