“If I had the aid of Lynne Palmer’s astrological almanac years ago, it would not have taken so long to walk these steps to receive my Tony Award.”
— Ruth Brown
Star of Stage, Screen, Radio and Recording Artist
*****
“Lynne correctly predicted I would win a Tony, grammy, perform in a comedy film which was the role of Motormouth Maybelle in “Hairspray” and that I would be shocked with unexpected shocks and unexpected moves, which turned out to be the 1994 California earthquake.”
-- Ruth Brown
Actress, Singer
Honoree “Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame”
*****
— EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK — MISS RHYTHM
The Autobiography of Ruth Brown, Rhythm and Blues Legend
by Ruth Brown with Andrew Yule
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representing Ruth Brown, that she had a legal adviser protecting her interests. When I pointed out that I didn’t have any money to pay him, that I was still settling old lawyers’ bills, he smiled. “Forget it,” he told
me. “I’m doing this for Ruth Brown and the pleasure you’ve given me for years.” despite his obvious sincerity and determination, I took his advice and tried not to build my hopes up.
I did have some reason for optimism about the future, although you might be forgiven for filing it under Clutching at Straws. Through a friend of mine, the singer, Doris |
Troy, I’d been introduced to an astrologer named Lynne Palmer. She made six very specific predictions about my future, together with a seventh that, while tantalizing, seemed utterly ridiculous to me at the time. Among other things, she claimed that I’d be back at the top of my
profession before the eighties were out. Oh, sure!
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Lynne Palmer, my astrologer, set me wondering soon after the move when comparing the area numbers with my signs. “Not good, Ruth,” she told me over the phone from her res-
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idence in Las Vegas. “You’ll be out before next February.”
“What is that?” I spluttered. “Why, I’ve just moved in. And if you could see it, Lynne, you’d fall in love with it too. Earl has worked wonders. I have a spare bedroom for guests, a patio overlooking the pool…”
“Before next February,” Lynne repeated.
“Well, they’re goin’ to have to carry me out!” I declared.
Man proposes, god disposes. I should have been made to write it out a thousand times, I should have had it set to music and chanted it
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