Ms. Aretha Louise Franklin had an interesting relationship with our hometown. Around the world she was and is beloved, yet in Detroit she was beloved and notorious. Frankly, what world changer is not? What ground-breaking artist is not complicated? What fighter for justice is labeled something as innocuous as ‘nice’?
I’ve had a few interactions with Ms. Franklin, but when I was 16, I sang and recorded with her at a studio in Detroit on a very hot summer day (this is an important detail). I joined a small group of singers that my father directed that was well known around the state. She invited that group, and a gospel choir from Chicago, to sing background on her contribution to the “Tribute to [Princess] Diana” compilation album. It was a long, grueling, hot, confusing day. It was also overwhelming, electrifying, and awe-inspiring.
There was no music, no words, no charts. Aretha shoved the accompanist aside, sat down at the piano, told the 10 of us to gather around her and she played the whole piece, and then plunked out the individual parts that she wanted us to sing. Every time she played a part, it was different. My dad was furiously trying to chart while she was playing the parts so his bewildered singers could have something to read, but then she started playing notes for the sopranos that were… not singable. Whistle-range-only-90s-Mariah-Carey-plus-auto-tune notes. The applicable emoji is ‘😳.‘ In fact, there’s a photo with a couple of us wearing that expression. How do you tell the Queen of Soul, “um, excuse me, Ms. Franklin, we can’t- we- that’s not—?” We eventually pieced together what she wanted and started to record. She wasn’t warm or welcoming; she treated us as professionals and trusted us to get it right. Also….. so much sweat. She wouldn’t allow the AC to be turned on at any room in the studio because it would affect her voice. We were all nicely dressed and there wasn’t really anything we could take off…. the word ‘wilted’ comes to mind.
Yes, when she started to sing, tears immediately filled my eyes, but what shocked my younger self most was her piano playing and her music theory. This was not only a true musician, she was a genius. And I felt this injustice in my soul: No one knows she does this! Everyone needs to know this!
By now you’ve probably read about some famous Diva antics, and that she demanded her payment in cash, in full, before every performance. Mmmhm. You probably would too if you lived through (and it the middle of) the Detroit riots of ’67. In addition, royalties and other artist protections were not suuuuper in place yet. They had started, but it was like, yyeeaaahhh this is sort of gray area still so Ima take all your money.
As such, here are some things for which I will always honor our beloved Aretha Franklin:
-she refused to perform for segregated audiences, no matter how much money she was offered
-a couple times she covered the payroll for civil rights groups that were being persecuted, as well as performing for civil rights benefits and non-violent protests
-she quietly supported numerous organizations dedicated to the rights of Native Americans and Indigenous Peoples
-she forged a breathtaking path of success and inspiration despite so many around her that wanted to take advantage and exploit, despite what was universally expected and accepted as the role of women at the time, despite losing her mother at age 10, despite becoming a mother herself at age 12
-she was a self-taught pianist that grew into a powerhouse musician
-she moved home to the Detroit area from Los Angeles in ’84 solely to care for her ailing father, and has stayed ever since
Most of the Motown roster, plus Aretha, grew up together within 4 blocks of each other. They sang together and played together and wrote together and recorded together and changed the face of American music together. It’s a loss for the world, but it’s personal for Detroit.
She will be so missed.