This past week, we lost a colleague whose voice moved millions. In my humbled opinion, Phoebe Snow was, humble.

In the ’70’s, while I was singing all over Manhattan (NYC) in various clubs, cabarets and recording studios, I was also working with friends and musicians who were working with her. Some people along the streets of the West Village thought I was her. At that time, we both had curly hair, similar facial tones and glasses BUT I sounded nothing like Phoebe.

With each song she sang, I felt inspired to keep writing and singing. And while she became famous, could sing pretty much any style of music and even while taking care of her daughter, Valerie, on occasion she was invited to sing on commercials and showed up ready to bring it on.

Before I became a producer at Young & Rubicam ad agency, I was asked to call Phoebe to arrange for a car to pick her up at her New Jersey home and bring her to the recording studio. She was delightful to speak to.

It wasn’t until years later, 2006, one year before her daughter died, that we finally met. Seeing her out and amongst her peers and friends was heartwarming. Her voice will live on. You will be missed Phoebe.