Carl Carlton, Voice Behind “Everlasting Lo

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Carl Carlton, Voice Behind “Everlasting Love,” Remembered for a Lasting Musical Legacy

The music world has lost a distinctive voice whose songs became part of the soundtrack of several generations.CHFR

Carl Carlton, the Detroit-born R&B, soul, and funk singer best known for his performances of “Everlasting Love” and “She’s a Bad Mama Jama (She’s Built, She’s Stacked),” died in December 2025. His family announced his passing, with his son sharing an emotional tribute on social media. No official cause of death was announced.

For longtime fans, Carlton’s passing marked the loss of an artist whose career stretched across six decades.

From Detroit to the National Stage

Born Carlton Hudgens in Detroit, Carlton began performing professionally while still young. During his early years, he was known as “Little Carl Carlton,” a stage name connected to the similarity listeners noticed between his voice and that of Stevie Wonder.

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