Roberta Flack had the most velvet, smooth, unique, pure, beautiful tone. Like a soft alto saxophone.
If ever there was a voice that could rightly be called an instrument, hers was it.
I first took notice of Roberta when I was a little boy and my mother had to learn to play and sing, “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” for a wedding.
Mama played that record over and over.
As an adult, when I was a private vocal instructor, that was one of the songs I would have some of my students sing. It was to train them in breath control and its effect on dynamics (loud-soft) and vocal coloration and expression.
I think that song was Roberta’s solo masterpiece. A deceptively simple love song and on it her notes were as carefully minimalistic and perfectly articulated as a Miles Davis trumpet solo.
In this day and age, it is almost an astonishing feat to be Black in the USA and reach 88 years. This earth was blessed to have her inhabit it.
May her memory forever live on.
Go well, Roberta.