I’ve never not known Aretha Franklin’s voice. She’s been a constant presence in the life of every committed music lover of my generation. Yet I only began truly appreciating her as a distinct entity rather than as a omnipresent piece of the cultural firmament when I went on a deep soul dive in the early ‘90s. I was reduced to a puddle when I first encountered “My Song” on one of the many soul compilations I purchased while on my single-minded pursuit. Talk about being “in my feelings”! I never took the Queen of Soul for granted again. Franklin died today.
(Original image by There Stands the Glass.)
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