I was trying to figure out why The Queen’s death hit me so hard today — I was embarrassingly upset for much longer than I would’ve expected, but the answer for me is likely the same as it is for you: she made up so much more of the beautiful rays of American existence which now seem so impossibly far away. Let me just simply say that she gave so much of the music which I have depended upon most thus far, even as wide of a span it is.
The truth is, she spanned far beyond me; far wider than anyone else has done. I spent a good few hours combing misty-eyed through the massive list of Aretha samples which have conscripted that particular form of affection which only samplers can express in such a huge cut of the best Americans have done in the past century: from Outkast to fucking Drum & Bass.
Thinking of you, Detroit.