Etta James died last week. You can’t have been at as many
weddngs as I have without at least once having heard her signature tune At Last. Recorded in the early 60’s, it
begins with a lush string pad setting the stage for the emotional release of
the first two words. And those two words say it all. She manages – in two words
– to release the pent up longing with the deep relief of one who is finally
able to relax into the delight of a lifetime love. Her own life was never able
to quite own that restful relief. Struggling with addictions, she was in and
out of rehab a couple of times – and the hard life chosen shaped every note. Her
talent was finally recognized with induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of
Fame in 1993 and a couple of Grammy wins in the mid-2000’s. She released her final
album just last November.
James was able to get to the heart of a lyric and melody and
shape them to make them her own. Her most memorable songs displayed a rich,
powerful voice, tinged with the pain of a life lived in longing.
There is something about a singer who can capture the pure
tone of a song and make it so fully theirs, that no other version ever sounds
quite right. Eva Cassidy, whom I have recently discovered, was another like
that. I first heard her in an NPR driveway moment. They played her recording of
Danny Boy as thematic filler at the
end of an otherwise uneventful interview. The simple purity of her tone, the anguish
of what was and would never be again filling every note, made me sit in the car
with tears in my eyes until the last note was sung. The silence that followed
was profound.
Cassidy rose to local prominence in the mid-90’s through her
appearances in Washington DC clubs. Painfully shy, she prefered to appear as
part of a duo or group, but as her soaring vocal ability on virtually any style
of music was noticed, she was thrust into the lead role more and more often. In
mid-1996 she was diagnosed with melanoma and died in November of that year in
her mid-30’s, almost unknown except by a loyal following of local fans. Her
eclectic style had frustrated studio executives unable to pin her down to a
marketable niche, so that, even though she had recorded a number of songs and a
life album, she never hit the charts. After she died, however, those recordings
contributed to a rise in popularity, first in England and then, finally in
America. She has become more well-known since her death than ever she was while
alive.
And what sets her apart is the same ability Etta James had
to capture a feeling in a melody and lyric and by doing so, make it completely
her own. You can hear the pensive melancholy, tinged with deep joy on her
signature songs – Autumn Leaves, Over the
Rainbow, Wonderful World, Fields of Gold.
I am not sure why I am writing about these two singers of
songs – except, perhaps, that I want to live my life in the same way as they
sang – taking the melody and lyrics of life and singing a familiar song in a
way that is undeniably mine – informed by a deep love for Jesus and gratitude
for redeeming, redefining grace. Besides, if our Father knows when the sparrows fall, we ought pay attention when
songbirds do.