The moment "Respect" starts playing, something in the world shifts. That horn introduction, and then Aretha's voice: "What you want, baby I got it." One line, and the air changes. This is not simply "a song." It is a declaration. It is an assertion of existence. If I had to describe Aretha Franklin in a single phrase, I would choose "the soul that became a voice." Something exists in Aretha's singing that operates in a different dimension from technical perfection. It was born in the gospel of a Detroit Baptist church, ...
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