First off: Damn Jennifer Hudson’s murderous, hope-he-rots-in-a-prison, brother-in-law. As much as I love Aretha, this really should have been J. Hud’s moment. She’s from the Chi. She can blow. She would have looked fierce, but my lamentations aside — Aretha Franklin, can we talk?
The hat? The voice? Hawt or not?
The chapeau, while crazy, rhinestone studded, bowtie, hood-church-lady fantastic was a little, um, MUCH and her voice … po’ child … was a tad wrecked. (Too many pre-Inauguration Ho-Hos and Alize?) It didn’t ruin my inauguration. I still had a ball, but … was it just me or was Re Re having an off day?