Thinkin' 'bout the Pointers.

Recently, I've had the Pointer Sisters on my mind. Now, the 80s stuff was pleasant enough, but me, I loved them in the early 70s when they wore the 40s thrift store clothes and sounded gritty and funky - and jazzy. That jazz stuff knocks me out, to this day. So, lately, I've been listening to the best of the Blue Note years, in the house and the car. Yesterday, I started trying to remember which one of the sisters (there ARE [were] 4 of them) went solo in the late 70s and had a couple of disco hits. I checked my "54" soundtrack disc, and yep, it was Bonnie. So, I sit down at my desk, fire up my lap-top, and BOOM! there's a big photo of Bonnie on my home page. It was her birthday!! She's 62! How do things like that happen? It almost makes you want to "believe in something..."