A Quote by Lisa Stansfield

I was fortunate enough to meet Aretha Franklin but I was so overwhelmed that I just burst out crying. — © Lisa Stansfield
I was fortunate enough to meet Aretha Franklin but I was so overwhelmed that I just burst out crying.
I was determined to create my own identity. My first hits, in fact, were straight-up rhythm and blues. My voice was compared to Aretha Franklin's - though, for my money, no one compares to Aretha.
Like when you hear Aretha Franklin sing - it touches your soul. Crunk music, it makes you just wanna lose your mind - just be free and wild out.
Most importantly for me growing up, it was a spirituals, it was a gospels, it was James Cleveland, Aretha Franklin, Marion Williams; and then it was Curtis Mayfield - The Main Ingredient, The Whispers, Black Blue Magic, James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Luther Vandross - that music helped me preserves my sanity, help me preserve whatever dignity I was able to preserve, helping to keep going. It was a source of tremendous strength in my life.
Aretha Franklin, she's just the most amazing singer ever. But I think there are so many singers that I just loved and sang along to on the radio. I guess I just enjoy trying out different styles along the way.
People like me and Aretha Franklin and Joe Tex, we had predicted that inside of five years disco would be all over, that it was just a fad. But we didn't anticipate being knocked out of the pocket altogether.
When Aretha Franklin came on the radio when I was in college, we would stop the car, throw open the doors, jump out, and dance.
The muse of music isn't just from Greek mythology, but living in people like the Beatles, Chuck Berry, Anita Baker, Aretha Franklin.
Aretha Franklin does not like me.
To me, R&B means Aretha Franklin, who is otherworldly.
Hey, I'm like Aretha Franklin, I don't get no R -S -P -E -C -T around here!
Aretha Franklin, first and foremost... That's my top girl there.
The voice of God, if you must know, is Aretha Franklin's.
Aretha Franklin is and will always be a national treasure.
I love Aretha Franklin, Edith Piaf, Blondie.
Tentatively I stood a great lump of wood on the chopping block and bought the axe down on it. It flew into two perfect halves. Such was my elation that I ran inside, put on our ancient cracked record of Aretha Franklin singing Respect and danced all by myself for half an hour in our living room, without inhibition, almost crying with jubilation – not just about the wood, but because I could live competently some of the time, and because that day I liked myself.
People say I'm the white Aretha Franklin. I wish I was her.
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