My favorite line from WKRP in Cincinatti has always been, "Hey Venus, let's go look at some Carly Simon album covers." See, my oldest sister had a couple old Carly Simon records, so I knew instantly what Johnny Fever was talking about.
When I was a teenager, there was only one female performer who impressed me . . . umm . . . that way. Grace Slick. Man . . .
I entered adulthood free from the kinds of juvenile attachments to celebrities that are the domain of youth.
Then, I saw Cassandra Wilson perform.
The voice and the person go together to create this aura of transcendent beauty. She is one of the few people who, if I managed to actually meet, I would be at a complete loss as to what to say. She's probably smack me to get my eyes back in their sockets.