It was 1974. My heart had been broken for the first time at age 19, and I sometimes babysat my niece, Nichole, and I'd put on Phoebe Snow's new self-titled album with its sad and haunting single “Poetry Man” and pace the living room of my sister's house holding Nichole and crying. It was my first real experience with that grief unique to first heartbreak, and I didn't know how I would ever be happy again. Snow, pictured, sang my despair. The singer died today from a brain hemorrhage, according to a Los Angeles Times story/Rebecca Nappi, End Notes. More here.
Question: Which song or songwriter spoke most to you during your teen years?