Aretha Franklin R.I.P. (March 25, 1942 – August 16, 2018)*

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  1. Tribute

    Tribute Senior Member

    I wish Otis had lived long enough to tour and record with Aretha!
     
  2. John Adam

    John Adam An Introvert In Paradise

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    Inspiring!!!

     
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  3. DTK

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    I will look up the movie; I have read all the major biographies of Nina. And they give a picture of an ill, angry and violent person who of course had a heart like all of us, beyond her terrible treatment of everyone in her life. This is not my perception; it's those of her family and friends and musical associates. But you have to separate person and music. Let's not prolong this discussion in respect of Aretha.
     
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  4. JuanTCB

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    It's barely a mile away from the Stax Museum/School/Soulsville complex - you'd think they could somehow incorporate Aretha's birthplace. They did that with Memphis Slim's home a few years ago (though, granted, that was literally right next door).
     
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  5. Tribute

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    Memphis had a lot of music history. Most of the artists associated with Memphis were not born there though.
     
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  6. Fender Relic

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    My Favorite Aretha... Cry Like A Baby on Columbia. I hear it was one of the last things cut before her move to Atlantic. I wish she would have stayed in that vein or returned to it like Johnny Cash did in his later years.
     
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  7. highway chile

    highway chile I know it goes a little deeper than that.

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    Darn, wish I'd known that when I visited the museum last month. Should've done my research, obviously.
     
  8. Tribute

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    Excerpt From an extended piece in The New York Times 2011


    Aretha Franklin sat alone with a Coke. It was the night of her 69th birthday, and all around, guests were filing into the Park Room at the Helmsley Park Lane Hotel on Central Park South, bobbing to live musicfrom the vibraphonist Roy Ayers or the mambo prince Tito Puente Jr. Franklin has given herself big birthday parties before, but this one had a certain urgency. A few months earlier, in December, she announced she had undergone an unnamed surgical “procedure,” and word spread that she had pancreatic cancer (which she denied); other reports speculated that she’d had gastric-bypass surgery to get control of a weight problem that appeared to have pushed her over 250 pounds (which she denied). The organizers of the Grammy Awards quickly put together a tribute for her, and the sudden and shocking weight loss displayed in a taped thank-you played during the ceremony in February only kept advance-obituary writers scrambling for whatever superlatives were left to describe a career that has included 18 Grammys, upward of 75 million records sold, being the first woman inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and a Presidential Medal of Freedom.

    But now there she sat at a front table, in a flowing cream-colored silk Naeem Khan gown, with the kind of resurrection glow you see on stained-glass windows in churches. Open and accessible to all, Franklin seemed to be saying, Come, poke your fingers into the airspace where a third of me used to be. “I almost walked by her in the hall,” said a friend who has known her for more than 15 years, “that’s how much I didn’t recognize her.”

    Slowly, well-wishers made their way to her. Tony Bennett, trailed by the record producer Phil Ramone, presented her with a drawing he’d done of her. Bette Midler, who is very short, and her husband, Martin von Haselberg, who seems very tall, did a walk-through in street clothes, stopping by Franklin’s table. Clive Davis, music-biz éminence grise, appeared long enough to be pelted with business cards and photo-op requests. Smokey Robinson, a friend of Franklin’s since their youth in Detroit, actually sat down for a spell. Also in attendance were the odd current A-listers (Gayle King, Wendy Williams) or just the odd guest period (the actor Michael Imperioli, who sat at a side table with his date).

    Finally, after an hour or so, Franklin rose and walked over to the food stations, where she half-filled her own plate with lobster on blue-corn tortilla, smoked-salmon mousseline and baked ham made from her own recipe. She had plenty of company while she ate, including the Rev. Al Sharpton, but there were a few more moments when she sat strangely by herself, as if the guests, even some of her best friends, felt the need to dance gingerly around her. When her birthday cake, which almost filled a small table, was rolled out, the crowd parted again, and she made her way to it across the room, just as the D.J., who was spinning in between the live performers, played “Respect.” Franklin shimmied her shoulders and sang along for a few bars with her 24-year-old self as she got ready to blow out the candles. Not long after that, she and a retinue of six or eight processed out. It had been a long night and a long few months, and she looked tired, but also content, and ready for another spring.

    “May I recommend something?” Aretha Franklin asked after we slid into a banquette in the side room of Jean Georges on Central Park West. “The shrimp-and-avocado salad. I’ve had it four times this week.” It was a warm day in early May, and we were meeting to talk about her first album of new material in almost eight years, “A Woman Falling Out of Love” — released on her own label and available, at least initially, only at Wal-Mart. (It came on the heels of “Take a Look,” a box set of her presuperstardom years, 11 CDs of gestating genius.) That she agreed to an interview was a bit of a surprise. Franklin has long had two great phobias: she has not been on a plane since 1983, when a rocky twin-engine experience made her realize, she said, “why the pope kisses the ground.” And she has been notoriously evasive of the press since a Timemagazine cover article in 1968 suggested, at the very moment she was becoming a national icon, that she was also a battered woman, claiming that her husband at the time “roughed her up.” We were, in fact, supposed to meet earlier in the week; I got as far as the lobby of her hotel before she canceled (she later blamed a miscommunication with her publicist).

    But now she arrived on time, in a navy-and-white-flecked light wool blazer, white top and leather skirt, still plus-size but in the lower rungs, and moving confidently in Jimmy Choos (like the ones she tripped and broke her toe on a few weeks ago). She introduced me to her security team — Mr. So-and-So, this is Mr. So-and-So — and she would throw up that filter of formality throughout our lunch if a question cut a little too close. I’d also been told beforehand that she would not discuss the nature of the medical procedure or anything reported in “The Queen of Soul,” an unauthorized biography by Mark Bego that, like most unauthorized biographies, sometimes presents its subject in less-than-flattering lights.


    She ordered tea “with Splenda, lots of Splenda,” and we started talking about New York, the city where she spends most of her time outside her home city, Detroit — she will perform at Jones Beach on July 27 — and where she had her greatest recording glory. We were only steps away from the site of the old Atlantic Studios, where she recorded most of the torrent of hit singles in 1967-68 that included not just “Respect” but also “Chain of Fools,” “Think” and “(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman.”

    “I first came here when I was a teenager in the ’50s with my dad,” she said, the word “dad” coming out with the same frisson of hard consonant and harmonic vowel that permeates her records. (Her father was the Rev. C. L. Franklin, one of the first celebrity charismatic preachers.) “You remember certain things about the city that aren’t here anymore. There was a great little steak place next to the Apollo where I’d go between shows to have my lunch and dinner.” Food joints, record stores, “knockout” men she ran into, these were the most immediate memories she conjured. One of those knockouts was Sam Cooke, the R&B and pop legend and lothario, whom she went to visit once at the Warwick Hotel. “There was another young lady, a name vocalist who had been visiting him prior to myself, and I saw her coming out of his room. To this day she insists it wasn’t her, but of course it was. I had a very clear view, but she insisted it wasn’t, because she was married. I was only visiting him as a friend. And we were sitting talking and laughing, and I went into the bathroom and happened to see a ring around the tub. I just could not believe it . . . to me he was above things like that. That was so common.” She giggled, but when the waitress appeared again to take our order, she shifted back into Queen of Soul mode, ignoring her.

    Cooke was just one of many prominent, powerful men in whose presence Franklin has thrived, along with her father; the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. (who, like Cooke, was sometimes a guest in the Franklin home); the record executives John Hammond, Jerry Wexler and Clive Davis; and most recently the president of the United States. Franklin performed “My Country ’Tis of Thee” at Obama’s inauguration, and for perhaps one of the few times in her life she was upstaged, not by another performer but by the impressionistic Luke Song hat she wore. (“The hat now has its own Facebook page,” Franklin said, as if giving a backhanded compliment to another diva.) She didn’t speak to Obama that day, but they met during his campaign at “an undisclosed location” with 10 other “notable people.” “You know what he said to me? ‘You look good.’ I was already beginning to lose weight, and it was an affirmation of all my efforts. And then he sang ‘Chain of Fools,’ and I thought, He’s really hip. Real down, and real up. And he’s got a walk like nobody else.”

    Franklin has been married twice, the second of her marriages, to the actor Glynn Turman, ending in divorce in 1984, the same year her father died. (She has four sons, ranging in age from early 40s to mid-50s.) Her most recent busted romance was the inspiration for “A Woman Falling Out of Love.” “He was a younger man, though not so young that I’d be considered a cougar,” she said. “He was a man of very high principles and integrity.” I asked her what she meant by this — did he remember her birthday, always pick up the check, attend church with her? She wouldn’t be specific. “Just generally, a man of principles and integrity.” A “careless” comment, uttered by Franklin, ended it. “Falling out of love is like losing weight,” she said. “It’s a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.”

    Sooner or later, almost everything we discussed came back to food, and it was clear that Franklin is as obsessed with it as she ever was, only now that obsession extends to how not to eat it. She said she has lost 85 pounds, through a combination of her mystery surgery and dieting. “I learned,” she said, “that I wouldn’t starve if I had one hot dog instead of two.” She took some advice from her former rival Natalie Cole about not eating after 6 p.m. “At first I thought she was crazy, but it works, it really works.” For exercise, she has a treadmill in her home and walks the aisles at Wal-Mart. “I love Wal-Mart,” she said, “and not just because my record is there. You can get some things there that you cannot find at Saks or Bergdorf’s or other upscale stores.”

    The talk about her weight loss brought us to her surgery, though in the end all she would say was that it was a required procedure, that it was not “minor” and that when she knew she had to have it, she put out the call for prayer. The Rev. Jesse Jackson and Stevie Wonder, among others, flew to her side. “I was concerned,” she said, “but I wasn’t afraid. My faith in God is too great for that, and my family and close friends gave me great support, and here I am.”

    And here again, one more time, was the waitress, who said that the kitchen would be closing soon. Franklin, as if trying to ward off all temptation of food, still did not look at her, but finally said, regally, “I’ll have a glass of orange juice.”

    The recently released box set,“Take a Look,” compiles Franklin’s recordings between 1960 and 1966, from ages 18 to 24. It includes jazz, supper-club standards, silky soul, blues, “American Bandstand” pop and just about every other genre that existed in the early ’60s. If the sessions, recorded for Columbia, didn’t quite capture lightning in a bottle, they set the stage for “Respect” and the other sandblasting-soul tracks that followed. “Part of what makes her timeless is that her music is so personal,” says Michele Myers, a D.J. on the influential indie station KEXP in Seattle. Myers frequently mixes classic Franklin tracks in a set that might also include Adele, Spoon, LCD Soundsystem and Deerhunter. “She was into musical empowerment. She would refuse to sing any song about a man treating her badly over and over.” That’s not exactly true, but even in a song like her breakthrough Atlantic hit, “I Never Loved a Man (the Way I Loved You),” with its opening line, “You’re no good/Heartbreaker/You’re a liar/And you’re a cheat,” Franklin sings with such prowess that it’s impossible to hear her as a victim.

    Franklin will not claim a favorite era of her career. Not the Columbia or Atlantic years, or the period she spent with Davis at Arista, where the results were sometimes schlocky (cheesy electro-pop duets) but still often sublime (playful comeback hits like “Jump to It” and “Freeway of Love”). “I’ve never recorded anything I didn’t like,” she said. “Well, maybe one time.” She wouldn’t say what that one song or album was. She says she has sung “Respect” thousands of times and hasn’t tired of it, and she acknowledged that the song has become “a national anthem.” It has also become a party dance-floor cliché, but its significance over the years cannot be overestimated: the song was a cultural document of the civil rights era, with loud reverberations for African-Americans, for women, for gays, for anyone, really, who felt neglect or subjugation. But when I asked her why the song had had such an impact, she just said, blithely, “I guess everybody just wanted a little respect.”

    It was almost time for Franklin to leave for a fitting at Oscar de la Renta— new clothes for her new shape, and probably the kinds of things notavailable at Wal-Mart — but before she did, she said, suddenly animated, “We haven’t talked about the movie!” A film of her life story is in development, “with a huge budget, $50, $60 million,” she said. Denzel Washington has been mentioned as a possibility to play her father, Franklin said proudly, and she had imagined Halle Berry playing her, though Berry ultimately demurred because she can’t sing. “I never expected her to sing,” Franklin said. Jennifer Hudson and Fantasia have also been considered, and Franklin named them as modern singers she enjoyed. Where did she stand on Lady Gaga? “I liked her when she started, her choreography,” Franklin said, “but as she went along she got a little too far out . . . for my taste. I’m not knocking her. But it’s not a good idea to get up on a piano.”

    About a week after our interview, on a Sunday afternoon, my cellphone rang. It was Franklin, who had thought of something else she wanted to discuss: the high-school dropout rate. There were some figures, she said she thought she’d read, that went as high as 50 percent; the hip-hop community needed to step up and tell kids to stay in school; those who did stay in school needed to be “lauded and applauded.” The issue seemed random, but it has great personal resonance for Franklin: she had told me that her only true regret was allowing one of her sons to quit school. (She herself dropped out to give birth to her first child in her midteens.)

    After she exhausted the topic, she just wanted to chat. She was on her custom bus — her usual, nonairborne mode of traveling cross-country — on the way to Chicago to tape one of the final “Oprah” shows, and wanted to talk about the weather, literally. “What’s the temperature in New York?” she asked. After a few minutes of this, she got ready to sign off, and I told her to “break a leg.” “You take that back,” she snapped. “Take it back!” She explained that someone once said that to her and it actually happened.

    Here is a woman who has fulfilled every professional expectation that has been had of her since she was a teenage prodigy in her father’s choir loft; a woman for whom the word “legend” can be applied without grade inflation. And yet she is also a woman who still gets lonely on a bus, who feels she has to keep secrets, who blushes when the president compliments her appearance, who’s still out there looking for love — and confident that she’ll find it.

    During our lunch, I asked her who the love of her life was, wondering if it was one of her famous former beaus, like Dennis Edwards, the Temptation who was also the final performer at her birthday party. Franklin wrote one of her biggest hits, “Day Dreaming,” about him, and it contained one of her most poetic lines: “When he’s lonesome and feelin’ love-starved, I’ll be there to feed it.” At the party, Edwards sang, at Franklin’s request, “The Way We Were,” and she joined him for the line “Memories may be beautiful, and yet. . . .” It could have been a sticky moment, but their voices, though a little patchy, were still full of rumble and froth. “The love of my life?” she’d said to me, mockingly aghast. “I’m much too young to answer that question.”
     
  9. Acoustic Warrior

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    Excellent.. Thank you.
     
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  10. MarkTheShark

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    Davy Jones frequently complained about not getting paid, or getting screwed in bad deals.
     
  11. bRETT

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    But not from the label, I don't think. He was at least paid handsomely in original Monkee days.
     
  12. the pope ondine

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    thanks, I discovered the studio version while devouring the Queen of Soul Box Set. didn't think she could equal the studio live but I think she might've.
    ps the box set is really the way to go for someone who wants to get into her music, I don't think theres a bad song (and stays strong - usually box sets seem to taper off as you enter the fourth disc) she really could sing the phonebook
     
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  13. Mugrug12

    Mugrug12 The Jungle Is a Skyscraper

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    I forget but there is one kind of early Aretha album that is more jazzy than most I think? Does anyone know what this one is? I heard it in a record store...
     
  14. dmiller458

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    That would be most of her early albums on Columbia. Are you thinking of 65's Aretha Yeah!!! ?
     
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  15. SBurke

    SBurke Nostalgia Junkie

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    Put on "Lady Soul" tonight, the 1995 CD release. Until tonight when we listened to "Sweet Sweet Baby" in both stereo and mono single versions I had not noticed how much distortion there is in the vocal track on the latter. It's quite interesting - makes for a rawer sound for sure - would that have been intentional for the jukebox market?
     
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  16. beccabear67

    beccabear67 Musical omnivore.

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    There was an album in the early '60s cut with the Ray Bryant Combo, she was quite young.
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    otherwise... Aretha's Jazz? That's the name of a compilation album released circa 1984.
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  17. Mook

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    Could be Soul '69.
     
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  18. Mugrug12

    Mugrug12 The Jungle Is a Skyscraper

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    I think it was this one actually. Just looked at the cover online. Sorry for my Aretha ignorance everyone! Didn't know she had so much jazz stuff from her early career. Wishing her peace and comfort today....
     
  19. majorlance

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    Just love the blurb (from producer Frank Driggs) at the top of this cover:

    "A magnetic new artist...saucy, teasing...rocking, shouting...she doesn't just knock at the door – she breaks it down!"


    How right he was. :tiphat:
     
  20. snowman872

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    Aretha Franklin, the Queen of Soul passes away at age 76. Reported by NBC News (Special Report). :(

    RIP
     
  21. MikaelaArsenault

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    Aretha Franklin just died, according to an NBC News special report. :(
     
  22. marka

    marka Forum Resident

    A true giant.

    R.I.P.
     
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  23. HappyJack

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    RIP Aretha
     
  24. MikaelaArsenault

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    The local news just reported it too.
     
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  25. clhboa

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    R.I.P.
     
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