On repeat today and highly recommended for anyone who is feeling a bit on the Christmas downside:
Sometimes I crave Aretha the same way I crave a steak. I feel a little weak, a little shaky, and there’s only one thing sustaining enough, life giving enough to perk me back up. Ms Franklin is the filet mignon of soul. Juicy, satisfying, the real deal.
I have still never been to famous Peter Luger in Brooklyn. But I have a fantasy of going there for the first time and slamming down a prime rib while You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman plays on repeat, loud. LOUD.