When Aretha Franklin sang, the world stopped, and her voice soared – across genres, generations, and borders like a gospel hallelujah stitched into soul, R&B, pop, and protest.
She was royalty.
And no, Aretha was not crowned in Hollywood or Harlem.
She was crowned in Detroit, where church meets street, where sacred meets secular – and where she ruled for more than 70 years as the Queen of Soul.
