
At Last!
The title song was already twenty years old, a Glenn Miller tune, when Etta James took it away from everybody for good.

The title song was already twenty years old, a Glenn Miller tune, when Etta James took it away from everybody for good.

He took a gospel song and put worldly words to it, which scandalized the churches and effectively invented soul music in the process.

His first proper studio album in eight years of films, cut with a Memphis house band who treated him like any other singer.

The words to Tutti Frutti were too obscene to record, so a local songwriter rewrote them in fifteen minutes over a lunch break.

His label thought recording country songs would finish him. He put strings and a choir behind them and it became his biggest record.

Springfield was so intimidated by the Memphis players that she could not sing in front of them. Her vocals were added later in New York.

Recorded in a single twenty-four-hour stretch, with a break so the musicians could play their regular Saturday gigs, and three Sam Cooke songs on it.

The label refused the original sleeve, a photograph of a graffitied lavatory wall, and held the record back for months over it.