There’s a documentary out this year about her.
Betty’s music has been on regular rotation in my life since the early 2000.
I have the hardest time to swallow the fact that Miles Davis abused her. She transformed him, Miles, one of the most important musician ever. She introduced him to Jimi Hendrix and Sly Stone music. He beat her up.
The music industry beat her up closed the door on her. Too carefree. Not pop enough. Whatever.
Her music is good. Sometimes absolutely great. Her presence on stage looks like you needed a whole fire department next to the building, ready to hose it down.
Her artistic and production choices were on point. She and her collaborators really had her sound. Big Ass Drums. Growling Bass. Dynamic. I’ll always imagine what she could have done later on.
She truly doesn’t give a fuck. She didn’t disappear to be found. No one really knew anything about her life for decades. Now older, she is ready to tell her story.
If you read this Betty, I love you. You’re the best. You’re the inspiration for many, many things and people. Thank you.