When I think of Aretha Franklin, this is the decade that comes to mind:
It’s 1967, I’m 12 years old, and my mom has put the 45 on our tiny mono record player with the tone arm that automatically goes right back to the beginning when the song is over. And the one song plays on and on for hours.
I’ll quote Steely Dan here:
Hey, 19! That’s ‘Retha Franklin.
She don’t remember the Queen of Soul.
Hard times befallen the soul survivors.
She thinks I’m crazy, but I’m just growin’ old.
But a few hours from now, they will be pronounced husband and wife.
Gee. He’s so vain. He probably thinks this song is about him.
OK. I don’t know what Fergie did to the national anthem at the NBA All-Star game, and I’m not even going to track it down on YouTube to get the full experience.
But if it was as bad as everyone says it was, would the crimson-coated, pussy-grabbing babyman have approved if all of the players took a knee?
Since I rarely watch broadcast television, I didn’t know this Pepsi ad existed until today. (And Pink was the best.)
We’ve known this song for decades. It’s amazing it’s never been in the Top 10 before. And this from Jezebel:
Also, weirdly enough: “Carey’s hit is, thus, the first Hot 100 top 10 with the word ‘Christmas’ in its title.”