This past summer I had the pleasure of spending a day with Sharon Jones.
Well, pleasure may not be quite the right word. As anyone who has shared even a few minutes with Miss Sharon could tell you, time with that most underappreciated of soul talents was not an easy or necessarily upbeat affair. Jones could be a direct, ornery, at times even temperamental figure.
But the singer, who died Friday of cancer at age 60, also was a singular personality — not only because of her heaven-rattling voice, but because of her honesty.
I had come that day to an amphitheater outside Philadelphia to see Jones backstage at a Hall & Oates concert, where she and...