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| Ray Charles, blues singer |
Hello, Honey! |
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Maybe I was twelve or thirteen [when] I got my first little piece of pussy . . . I was playing at a club, probably with Lawyer Smith's combo, singing like Charles Brown or Nat Cole. Those styles, you know, had a certain romantic lure about them.
Anyway, some gal dug my act. She had been hanging around, and it was after midnight when she came up to the bandstand.
It was late and I was sleepy, but suddenly I came to life when she said, "You wanna play?"
Yes, ma'am, I wanna play. Sure 'nough, darling! Oh my, do I! Indeed I do wanna play! Hello, honey!
I knew my time had come. And, Jack, I didn't hesitate. She took me to a gas station where she whisked me into one of the rest rooms. She had been juicing and was awfully anxious to be loved.
Inside the bathroom, there wasn't the kind of toilet bowl you see today, but more or less a platform with a seat. Don't know how old she was. Maybe nineteen, maybe twenty. But I do recall how she pulled up her dress, leaned against the wall and rested one foot on that platform. We made love just like that: she was arched against the wall, and we were both standing up, pumping the prime.
She made me feel nice and comfortable. I loved it. It was smooth and easy, sweet and hot. Everything it had been cracked up to be. Finally I was able to understand what everyone had been bullshittin' 'bout for so long. (Tallahassee, FL, early 1940s)
from Brother Ray: Ray Charles' Own Story with David Ritz (Dial, © 1978)
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