A woman goes to a club to hear a singer she has heard is good. He plays something that describes her life so precisely that she feels exposed in front of a room of strangers. That is the entire song, and the argument over who wrote it has run for fifty years.
Here is what happens in the lyric, who the young man on stage was, and why one of the three people involved is not on the credits.
The Short Answer
Being read by a stranger. The narrator has come to watch a performer she does not know. He sings something that maps onto her private life so exactly that she feels he has been going through her diary, and she sits there while he keeps going. The killing is what it feels like to be understood without consenting to it.
The Story Behind the Song
Charles Fox wrote the music and Norman Gimbel the lyrics. Lori Lieberman, then nineteen, recorded it first in late 1971 and Capitol released it in 1972. It did not chart.
Lieberman was signed to Gimbel and Fox under a management contract in which the two older men wrote her songs, ran her career and took twenty percent of her income. Reporting on the period, including in the Washington Post, has also described a relationship between Lieberman and Gimbel, who was married and more than twenty years her senior.
Roberta Flack heard the Lieberman recording on an in-flight audio programme while flying from New York to Los Angeles. She has described breaking out every piece of blank paper she had, drawing her own staves and writing the song down at altitude. Her version was released in January 1973.
Who is the young man on stage?
By Lieberman’s account, Don McLean. She has said she went to the Troubadour in Los Angeles in 1971, was struck by his performance of “Empty Chairs,” and wrote a poem on a napkin while it was happening.
McLean has been gracious about it. After Flack’s version reached number one he said being the inspiration was an honour and a delight, and gave Lieberman the credit.
So who wrote it?
This is where it splits. Lieberman says she brought her napkin poem to Gimbel, who had a title in his notebook, “Killing Me Softly With His Blues,” and that the three of them built the song from her experience.
Fox has rejected that outright, calling the McLean origin an urban legend. His version is that he and Gimbel wrote the song for Lieberman on their own, played it to her, and that she said it reminded her of how she had felt at a McLean concert.
Gimbel’s own account in the 1970s supports Lieberman. In a 1973 New York Daily News interview he described her telling them about the strong experience she had listening to McLean.
What happened with the lawsuit threat?
In 2008 Gimbel threatened McLean with legal action, demanding he remove the claim from his website that he had inspired the song.
McLean’s response was to show Gimbel Gimbel’s own published words from 1973. The matter went no further.
Was Lieberman ever credited?
No. She has never been listed as a writer, and Fox and Gimbel won the Grammy for song of the year in 1974 for a lyric that, on the evidence of Gimbel’s own 1973 interview, was built on her experience.
Lieberman has continued to describe it as hers. She has said that as a young girl she was telling her story, and that when she hears the Flack or Fugees versions she thinks of it as a private secret, that it is her.
Whether she should have a third of the credit or a footnote is unresolvable at this distance. What is documented is that the two men’s public account of the song’s origin changed over time.
Why did Flack’s version work?
Because she slowed it down and left space. The Lieberman recording is a folk performance, light and quick. Flack’s is patient, built on electric piano and a bassline that keeps stepping back, and she sings it as though the memory is still uncomfortable.
It topped the Billboard Hot 100 for five weeks in 1973, went to number one in Australia and Canada and number six in Britain, and took Grammy Awards including record of the year.
What did the Fugees change?
The context. Their 1996 version puts Lauryn Hill’s vocal over a hip-hop rhythm built on a loop, and Wyclef Jean’s ad-libs place the whole thing in a room rather than in a memory.
It went to number one in Britain, Australia, Ireland, Germany and France, and number two in America, and it introduced the song to a generation who had no idea it was twenty-four years old. Three separate hit versions across three formats is unusual for any song.
Why does the lyric work so well?
Because it never describes the performer or the song he is singing. There is no verse about what he looks like beyond his youth, and not one detail of what he actually sang.
Everything is the narrator’s reaction: the flush, the wish to leave, the inability to leave. That is why anyone can occupy it. The song being sung on stage is whichever one has done this to you.
Why it lasted
Because the experience is common and almost nobody had named it. Being ambushed by a piece of music that knows something about you is one of the ordinary shocks of being alive, and this is still the best description of it.
The irony sits on top. A song about a young woman being exposed by somebody else’s art became famous in versions by other people, while the young woman who supplied the experience was left off the paperwork.
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