There’s little I can add to the Aretha Franklin tributes made today. The best ones were from everyday fans testifying to the power of her music — praising that bold voice, that spirited piano, that chasm-deep groove.
I don’t know about you, but my soul hurts, thinking about her gone. She died of pancreatic cancer, the obituaries said. What an awful way to go. She should have been picked up by golden chariots and regally escorted to the Pearly Gates.
Well, her soul is set free, which is as it should be, because she elevated every soul she touched with song. There are so many songs to hold on to.
RIP, Aretha, and thank you.