I remember the very day that Hip Hop Soul died.
It was Aug. 25, 2001. I was sitting with my legs crossed picking popcorn seeds from my teeth, watching 106th & Park with A.J. and Free. The screen went black. Suddenly a message that Aaliyah died in a Bahamas airplane crash scrolled across the television.
I didn’t believe it at first, but the weeks that followed and the years without her made reality sink in. We had lost our brightest star.