Last Words of Brother Ray
At the end of his life, Charles set the record straight
By DAVID RITZ
Death," Ray Charles told me when he first learned that cancer was devouring his body, "is the one motherfucker that ain't ever going away."
I met Ray Charles in 1975, when he agreed to let me ghostwrite his autobiography. He was vulgar, refined, funny, sexy, spontaneous, outlandish, brave, brutal, tender, blue, ecstatic. He would wrap his arms around his torso, hugging himself in a grand gesture of self-affirmation. In normal conversation, he preached and howled and fell to the floor laughing. He was, in his own words, "raw-ass country."
Because my job was to take the material of our dialogues and weave them into a first-person narrative, I had to make sure the dialogues were deep. I began tentatively by saying, "Now if this question is too tough ."
"How the fuck can a question be too tough? The truth is the truth."
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