On Touch

The First Time

Part three of a four-part series about…touch?

I was lucky to first hear the words “Roberta Flack” when I was young enough that I could only tell what words meant by the spirits that touched me when I heard them spoken. And the women in my family spoke the sounds “Roberta Flack” with pride and respect as if those words represented every possibility for their own power and beauty. Before I knew a single note of her music I grew to think of her as being among the greatest ever.

There is a picture of her next to my desk, seated at a piano singing into a dark stage, the light glistening over her hair. I want to remember her when I’m writing, but as it often happens with the photos we keep up, I more regularly forget that it is there at all.

Her cover of The First Time is a piece of music that I’ve heard perhaps hundreds of times, and each listening is an experience that is beyond my understanding. Her recording is cosmic in its construction, of a reverence so powerful that one must make space for it, must be summoned to meet it. You do not hear it, you feel it. It is an invocation.

The First Time was first written in 1957 by political folk artist Ewan McColl, allegedly in about ten minutes, on a challenge by his girlfriend singer Peggy Seeger who needed a pop-type love song for radio play. It was a minor hit, covered in four-part harmonies by a bunch of folk types including The Kingston Trio, Peter Paul and Mary, and The Brothers Four. Each…