Beth Sacks didn’t need a spotlight. She was the spotlight.
From the second she opened her mouth, you felt it. That voice. That big, bold, unapologetically theatrical, gospel-kissed, club-ready thunderstorm of a voice that reached down into your ribs and shook loose whatever was stuck. Whether you were three pills deep at WE Party or sipping a watered-down vodka soda in some sticky bar corner, when Beth sang — you remembered why you showed up.
She wasn’t a background feature. She wasn’t a “feat.” on a remix.
She was the moment. Every goddamn time.
🌈 A Queen of Queer Spaces
Beth wasn’t just a club singer. She was a fucking priestess in the church of queer nightlife. Her collaborations with DJ Aron turned dancefloors into sanctuaries, and the circuit scene — for all its mess, muscles, and mayhem — had her heart in it.
She made music for us.
The gays, the girls, the drag queens, the muscle daddies, the gender benders, the freaks and fabulous misfits who needed a beat and a reason to raise their hands skyward and scream.
Beth didn’t perform to queer people — she performed with us. She made us feel seen, lifted, celebrated. She turned grief into glitter. Pain into pride. That was her magic.
💔 I Got to Work with Her — And I’ll Never Forget It
Not everyone gets to meet their idols. Fewer get to work with them.
I did.
And while we never got to really release the track we made together — fuck, it was fun. That session? Magic. Pure joy. No ego, just music and laughter and that incredible fire that lived inside her voice.
She didn’t come in with diva energy. She came in with love, with jokes, with that giant laugh that wrapped around you like a boa made of sound. She was professional, precise, but never cold. Always warm. Always present.
We talked about life, about love, about the bullshit of this industry and the beauty we get to create inside of it anyway. And when she stepped onto the mic — I swear the air changed.
I didn’t just get to share a moment with her.
I got to witness a real one do her thing, up close. That’s something I’ll carry forever.
🕯️ Her Voice Will Echo Forever
Beth is gone. And I fucking hate writing that sentence.
She passed away April 12, 2025.
But legends don’t really leave. Her music still thumps in headphones and clubs around the world. Her voice still hits like a shot of tequila in the middle of a messy night. Her spirit lives on in every remix, every remix of a remix, and every drag queen lip-syncing her notes into the sweaty faces of boys who never met her — but still feel her.
Because that was Beth: felt.
Loud, proud, queer, and felt.
💖 Thank You, Beth
Thank you for the anthems.
Thank you for your time, your energy, your fight.
Thank you for giving us you, every damn time.
You reminded us that music isn’t just sound — it’s salvation.
Rest loud, babe.
