a voice like a mountain. Her voice moved and terrified me, especially a signature sound she made in "Water Boy," a kind of cross between a scream and a cry of utter, thirsty despair. But although Odetta and Larry was a great record and I learned every word of every song, the coolest thing about it was that it was red. I mean, it was hold-it-up-to-the-window-and-watch-the light-shine-through red.
I first saw Odetta live about twenty years ago at the old Ark on Hill Street. Sitting there, waiting for her to come out, I felt palpably nervous. There are more than a few legends in American music, but Odetta is a legend's legend. Born in Birmingham, Alabama, in 1930 and raised and schooled in Los Angeles, Odetta began serious study of classical music and voice at age thirteen and dreamed of a career in opera. But an exposure to the richness of American folk music during the mid-1950s changed her path, and soon she was drawing crowds, which included Pete Seeger and Harry Belafonte, to her performances at New York's Blue Angel. Her 1950s and 1960s recordings of songs like "Kumbaya," "Goodnight, Irene," and "This Little Light of Mine" helped bring folk music into the mainstream and inspired generations. She marched with Martin Luther King in Selma, Alabama, and sang for the masses at the 1963 March on Washington.