R.I.P. "Lady T."

A true master of the craft died today. Teena Marie could write, sing, play and produce music that could rock the dance floor or break the heart. Her voice knew no equal. I've heard her called "The Female Prince." But she wasn't that. She was her own being. She was the rhythm, the lyric, the melody, the sound and the example of what R&B should be.

Though some referred to her as a protege to Rick James, to me, she was his match. She probably taught him as much, if not more, than he taught her. Sadly, I will never know. Of all the legendary R&B, Pop and Rock stars I grew up listening to and learning from, she was one of the few I wanted to meet. Had I gotten the opportunity to do so I would have thanked her for all of the beautiful music she created. Music that not only served as a soundtrack to my early years but helped mold, not only the kind of songwriter I would become, but the songwriter I hope to be.

Thank you Teena Marie. You will be missed.

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