Did I ever tell you Otis Redding was my daddy? That’s ’cause he’s not.
Anyhow, I used to see Otis’ younguns at the skating rink when I spent my summers with my paternal grandparents. I never met his boys or ran over them in my skates or nothing of that nature. However, I used to hear Otis bellowing out this music on Saturday mornings in our little abode. I used to wonder about my mama, Why is she playing that old music?
Well, Otis, I felt even then, was a real demanding kinda singer. You couldn’t help but pay attention to him, whether you wanted to or not. Naturally, I began to like his music. And now that I’m a grown folk too, I can appreciate his gift. Maybe taking that music appreciation class helped me out. Shit, a lot of classes have on a good day.
Anyhow, Otis is from Georgia, which makes him extra special. Hint, hint. Every now and then, I like that ole school stuff. Maybe ’cause I also feel I should’ve been a 60s wild child but when I?really ponder the 60s in the south, I feel pretty satisfied I came along when I did. If you can feel me on that, say Amen.
So. Being the music lover that I am and feeling a little ole school today, I wanted to share Mr. Redding with you.
You can learn more about Otis Redding and his music at his official site.