There Was Only One Queen

Whenever it seemed as if Aretha had diminished, she’d resurface and stir the soul in a way only she could.  (Andrew H. Walker/Getty Images)

Trying to recall the first time I heard the voice of Aretha Franklin is like trying to recall when I first noticed the sky.

From the time I could crawl across our green shag carpet at our home in Oakland's Fruitvale District, I can recall rummaging through the dual polished mahogany cabinets in our home that served as a treasure chest for my mother’s LPs and 45s. I’d flip through cardboard sleeves covered with the faces of Teddy, Tina, Isaac, James, Diana and Smokey, an act that would often evoke a “girl, you don’t know nothin’ about this,” followed by a brief history lesson from by mother and grandmother, culminating in a decadent sampling of music.

Many names were exalted. But I came to understand that there was only one queen.

Saturday mornings were reserved for her. As I partook in the weekly ritual of morning chores, Aretha's voice would pour over my soul like warm honey, transforming my pajamas and headscarf into an ornate ball gown and elaborate bouffant. Broom sticks became makeshift mic stands. And, for a few minutes, the voice overpowering the faint crackle of the spinning 45 belonged to me. A child of the '80s, born to a daughter of Detroit, I demanded R-E-S-P-E-C-T when I was still learning to spell, I was feeling like a natural woman before I hit puberty, and I vowed I’d never be in someone’s chain of fools before I ever went on a date.

Aretha Franklin accepts the Vanguard Award onstage during the 39th NAACP Image Awards on February 14, 2008 in Los Angeles, California.
Aretha Franklin accepts the Vanguard Award onstage during the 39th NAACP Image Awards on February 14, 2008 in Los Angeles, California. (Jesse Grant/Getty Images)

As I matured, my fascination for the family's old records would give way to the novelty of compact discs, new jack swing, R&B and neo-soul. But Aretha’s indelible impact couldn’t be erased. I’d find myself craving her voice when modern music failed to take me to the places only Aretha could reach. And as I grew older and aged into love and romance, I discovered new dimensions to her music. The urgency of her plea on “Call Me,” articulating feelings of longing I'd had yet to experience. The eternal truth of “(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman,” which took on an entirely new meaning once I crossed the threshold into womanhood.

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Whenever I thought my adoration for Aretha had diminished, she’d resurface and stir my soul in a way only she could. She’d translate emotions from a pivotal film in my youth, Waiting to Exhale. She’d collaborate with my then-favorite artist Lauryn Hill on her album A Rose is Still A Rose.

And at Barack Obama’s 2009 inauguration, her presence on the Capitol steps that morning meant that a piece of me was there onstage beside America’s first black president.

While other artists from her generation struggled to reinvent themselves and connect with a younger audience, Aretha never wavered from the confidence of her throne. Hers was a gift that required no embellishment or novelty; even when she was called to duet with a contemporary pop star, it rarely felt forced. She forged a deep bond with anyone who heard her voice, the power to distill pain, joy and unfiltered soul into every word she sung.

The single for 'It Hurts Like Hell' from the film 'Waiting to Exhale.'
The single for 'It Hurts Like Hell' from the film 'Waiting to Exhale.'

While I'm undoubtedly a child of the Bay Area, my mother was raised in Detroit. It's her stories about the makings of Motown (including Barry Gordy’s ill-conceived idea to pass on Aretha in favor of her sister Carol Franklin), and her retelling of how her great aunt watched a young Aretha sing in her father's church on Sunday mornings, that almost make me feel like Aretha was a part of our family. Her music, her voice, her implicit understanding… she was always there.

Today, still processing the news of her death, I’m sad—and a little ashamed. For it’s only today that I realize how much I’ve taken the undisputed Queen of Soul for granted. For all the glorious spectrum of emotion she gifted me, I expected even more.

Let it be told: Aretha gave us more than enough. May she forever remain the moderator of feelings, for young girls and grown women alike, and may her majesty attain immortality.

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