We Can't Stop Loving Ray
Saturday, June 12, 2004; Page A20
On my father's list, Ray Charles was unmatched ["A Singular Blend of Styles; Keyboardist, Composer, Singer Won 12 Grammys," front page, June 11]. Daddy had all his albums. And even though the ages of my older sister, two younger brothers and I span 14 years, all four of us grew up listening to and loving Ray Charles.
If you were my father's child, you learned and embraced his genius early on. Ray Charles was like family.
My parents used to go see him every summer when he toured this area. If I remember correctly, on the night of the first moon landing, my parents and my godmother were at Carter Barron to see Ray.
When I grew up, I had to go, too -- and take my father along, of course.
Once I saw Ray at Wolf Trap and later at the Kennedy Center. Slip-sliding all over the piano bench, he made it look so easy and so fun -- playing, singing, exuding more soul than it seemed possible for one body to contain.
AVIS MATTHEWS DAVIS
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