Phoebe Snow and I were born on the same date—July 17th—and her voice sang what my soul felt. She died April 26, 2011, and I have been listening to her music every day since, marvelling at the clarity, strength, beauty, and distinctiveness of her voice. Her songs were love songs, full of humor, passion, heartache, grace, devotion, loyalty, strength, and truth. Listening to her sing grounds me, confirms me, and gives me solace and comfort and joy. May she hear herself now the way all her fans hear her and feel the same deep recognition of a kindred spirit. Thank you, Phoebe. You are a shining star.
Listen here.
Listen here.
