good dolphin wrote: Either 76 is a lie or those are the hardest miles I have seen on a woman. She looked old 40 years ago in The Blues Brothers. I remember during her pop revival in the 80s thinking she was some sixty year old coot pretending that young men would want her. Though she could really bring it back in the day considering she had two children before she turned 16 and was born into a life of such dark, incestuous sexual deviance that noted libertine Ray Charles had to look away (!) and that would shock even JORR's hero, the pedophile rapist Donald Trump.  And perhaps most complicatedly of all, she came from a home where her father was a promiscuous gospel preacher whose church was a front for orgies which Ray Charles was to describe as a ‘sex circus’.
So questionable was his behavior that when Franklin became pregnant at the age of just 12 – her sexuality apparently awakened by the scene her father promoted - that rumors swirled around Detroit that the preacher was the father to her child.
In fact, he was not, but it was a reflection of his reputation rather than his daughter's that the rumors even surfaced. Writer David Ritz, co-author of Aretha’s white-washed autobiography fifteen years ago, decided that it was time the truth be told about the Queen’s life and work in RESPECT, by David Ritz, published by Little, Brown and Company, October 28.
It details the rise of the girl born in 1942 in Memphis to C.L. Franklin and his wife Barbara, and who moved when she was four to Detroit with her parents, two sisters and brother.
He set up shop at the New Bethel Baptist Church, at 4210 Hastings Street, and his daughter became a child prodigy in the gospel church.
By age seven, she could play big chords on the piano, church chords, and play a song perfectly after hearing it once.
Hastings Street is ground zero for the Aretha Franklin story, David Ritz writes.
I got a kick outta seeing how God’s people were going for it hard and heavy every which way
Ray Charles on the orgies which went on at C.L. Franklin's gospel church in Detroit
‘It was the point where Saturday night merged into Sunday morning and sin met salvation at the crossroads of African American musical culture. High on the Holy Ghost, dancing in the aisles of New Bethel, the saints celebrated the love of Christ.
'High on wine and weed, the party people celebrated the love of the flesh’.
It was saintly blues at night and bluesy gospel in the morning –the churches and the clubs were next to each other.
Ray Charles, who began on the R&B circuit in the early fifties, ran into the gospel groups on the road.
‘When it came to pure heart singing, they were mother*****s,’ he said.
‘When it came to pure sex, they were wilder than me – and that’s saying something. In those days I had a thing for orgies, but I had to be the only cat in the room with two or three chicks.
‘The gospel people didn't think that way. The cats liked it with the cats and the chicks liked it with the chicks and no one minded mixing it up this way or that.
‘I got a kick outta seeing how God's people were going for it hard and heavy every which way. I was just surprised to see how loose they were’.http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article ... -bare.html
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