I dash through the mini-streets of the Hollywood Bowl. The siren songs of Diana Ross reverberate through the cool, humid air. I bounce from entrance to entrance trying to find the ticket stand. Moments later I make my way into the egg shaped bowl where Ross stands in pleated gold lemme gown. The music venue is full with representatives of every race, creed, and age—most are standing and full of elation to be there. The crowd has overflowed into the aisles, and there is a sense of controlled chaos.
The Balladeer moves seamlessly from song to song with the crowd jumping and extending their singing outside of the shower and into the bowl. My jaw begins to ache. I realize that I’ve been smiling since I entered the complex and that the cool air is doing nothing to relieve my pains of joy.
The Detroit-raised expatriate now resides in Los Angeles, and the city is snickering like a thief. Surrounded by those who have shed their airs of Angeleno indifference, I can’t help but wonder what lies beneath what is arguably the most famous female musician to never win a Grammy. While the Recorder Academy has failed to give her due credit, BET honored Ross with a Lifetime Achievement Award in 2007.