With heavy hearts, we announce the passing.

Melanie Safka, the singer whose gentle, unmistakable voice shaped a generation, passed away on January 23, 2024, at the age of 76. Her children shared that she “peacefully crossed over,” a farewell that reflected the quiet spirituality and warmth that defined both her life and her music.

She first entered history at Woodstock in 1969, but her influence extended far beyond that moment. Songs like “Lay Down (Candles in the Rain)” and “Brand New Key” carried a rare mix of simplicity, individuality, and emotional honesty that never fit neatly into any genre.

Determined to protect her creative freedom, Melanie founded Neighborhood Records, becoming the first woman to run her own independent rock label. It was not rebellion for attention, but a commitment to staying true to her voice in an industry that often demanded compromise.

Even in her passing, her legacy emphasized connection over spectacle. Fans were invited to light candles in her memory, echoing the spirit of her music. Melanie leaves behind songs that remain unpolished, human, and alive—proof that presence, not noise, is what truly endures.

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