The Queen of Soul has died at 76

When I think of Aretha Franklin, this is the decade that comes to mind:

It’s 1967, I’m 12 years old, and my mom has put the 45 on our tiny mono record player with the tone arm that automatically goes right back to the beginning when the song is over. And the one song plays on and on for hours.

I’ll quote Steely Dan here:

Hey, 19! That’s ‘Retha Franklin.
She don’t remember the Queen of Soul.
Hard times befallen the soul survivors.
She thinks I’m crazy, but I’m just growin’ old.

The Birthday Party

St. Vincent performed recently in the city I’m in, and she opened her show with a short film she directed called “The Birthday Party.”

It’s got a day glow, “Alfred Hitchcock Presents” kind of charm to it. I thought the ending was funny. I won’t get into all the detail, but here’s a clip:

These kinds of visuals aren’t unusual for a St. Vincent video. Here’s one just as morbid and just as funny: