A lot of people don't know this, but along with his own songs, he also wrote RESPECT, which Aretha Franklin made famous. The man was only 26 when he died in a plane crash. Imagine if he'd lived.
Joe Kovac here at the paper did a piece about the anniversary of his death, and I particularly enjoyed some of the comments from his family.
This one, from his wife, Zelma, particularly made me smile:
"When I met Otis Redding at the Douglass Theatre, ... he was a smart mouth, he said something like, 'Hey, baby,' and something crazy. So, you know, I'm a defensive person, always have been, because I'm a short person. ... And back then I was a little bitty short person, like a size three or four. And we go into this argument and I said, 'You don't know me and I am not your baby.' ... And then I saw him again and I'm, like, 'That's that same fool I saw at the Douglass.'"
If that don't give you hope, I don't know what does.
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home