Singer/Songwriter Nick Ashford Dies at 70

Transported back -

A stifling Baltimore summer in the early evening, car windows down, the radio blasting in the hot air. Nick and Val are on the radio.

All the cliches...gas was cheap, sharing a cold six-pack with friends, and everyone in the car singing along to "Don't Cost You Nothing." No seatbelts required then, the radio in my used Ford Galaxy 500 stayed locked to V-103.

The music of Nick Asford and Valerie Simpson has always played in the background of my life - what I was, what I am, what I have yet to become. Nick Ashford's death is a sharp reminder that there is still so much I want to do.

Get ready, my beloved daughter. Tonight - another hot summer night - the house will be filled, loudly, with music from Mom's past.

Yes, you'll have to hear, again, about the six times I saw Ashford & Simpson in concert.

Yes, you'll have to hear, again, "Now, THIS is great music." I will thoughtfully refrain from following that remark up with, "Unlike the crap that's passed off as music today."

Yes, you'll have to hear, again, how Mom and Aunt Diane thought Nick Ashford was hot, hot, hot, and that Valerie was one lucky woman to get his looks, his talent, and a successful marriage blessed with two beautiful daughters all in one package.

Sure, I'll embarress you - indulge me. And, yes, Aunt Diane will call to talk about her memories, too, and you'll have to hear it all over again. I'll put on the speaker if you want to experience the full overload of reminiscing.

Be thankful you're in school this morning when I talk to Mom-Mom...your grandmother thought Nick was a handsome, talented cuss, as well.

Tonight, the sheer joy I usually feel whenever I hear Nick and Val sing will still be there - it will always be there. But tonight, there will be a sadness in my heart, as I close my eyes and remember.

Rest in peace, Nick. Thank you for the music. "It Seems to Hang On" - thankfully, forever.