Etta James is going to whup Beyonce butt.
Shortly after the dumpy warbler stormed the stage at a gig in Seattle this past week, she was all primed up and at-the-ready to spew venom at the pretty young chanteuse, too.
Allegedly, James was annoyed with the airhead singer because she had the audacity to bellow out the standard - "At Last" - at the President's Neighbourhood Ball a couple of weeks ago.
Since James first belted out the smoldering tune in 1961, it has become a sort-of signature song for her repertoire of hits.
"The great Beyoncé," James wickedly muttered to herself.
"I can't stand Beyoncé. She has no business up there, singing up there on a big ol' president day, gonna be singing my song that I've been singing forever."
Then, the over-the-hill performer proceeded to knock the president, too.
"You guys know your president, right? You know the one with the big ears?" she ranted before a shocked audience.
"Wait a minute, he ain't my president. He might be yours; he ain't my president. But I tell you that woman he had singing for him, singing my song - she's going to get her a** whipped."
Beyonce is such a little sprig of a thing, just betcha old flubber-face would snap the popular young Diva in two, eh?
As to Etta's performance, well, one critic put it this way.
"James celebrated her successes Wednesday night at the Paramount Theatre, arriving on stage in a motorized wheelchair. The blues, R&B, soul and jazz diva's seven-song set seemed less a concert than a victory lap around her remarkable career, and it began on an audacious note with a "Come to Mama" moment."
"The sublime "I'd Rather Go Blind" and "I Want to Ta Ta You, Baby" were similarly, well, horny, mixing sex and sax (and trumpet and trombone)."
"The randy edge helped James over a few rough spots, as did her eight-strong Roots Band and, on a sing-a-long version of "Piece of My Heart," with a vocally enthusiastic audience."
As to singing at the White House in the future?
After the acid comments she earmarked for the PREZ, it is doubtful she'll be able to wangle an invitation at any tony soiree in Washington in the near future - unless she claps her yap, shut - of course!
Well, 'ya know what they say about blonds.
Just magnify that a tad.
After all, a bottle-blond-black, is an awesome oddity to fathom, or behold!
Girl, we'll see about that!
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