You know when something bad happens and you walk around with a pit in your stomach and you keep having to ask yourself what is wrong and then you keep remembering the thing that put the pit in your stomach to begin with?
I am so BUMMED that Whitney Houston died this weekend. SO bummed. I’m not normally affected by the loss of famous people, much less people who struggle with drug addictions. But Whitney??
Like many 14 year old girls I sat in front of my mirror before school every morning and blasted Whitney. I thought I had unlocked the secret to an amazing voice with my brush in one hand, hair spray in the other:
And so I did. I screamed her songs. It was the training I needed.
I’d lay on the floor with All At Once playing on repeat and I’d think about how it spoke to me. Leave it to a 14 year old girl to take lyrics meant for lovers and twist them into a painful ballad of longing for her deceased father. That song was a chord striker for me. Still is.
I’ve been whining to my husband all weekend…”I just can’t belieeeve she’s gone! I really thought she was going to beat her addiction and make a comeback. There was good music left in her. She had such potential when she hit the music scene…I just hate that it had to end like this…poor poor Bobbi Christina!”
Pat ignored me because apparently he never listened to Whitney on repeat while laying on his bedroom floor as a teen. He’s just not as distraught as I think he should be.
Last night as I cooked dinner I screamed my rendition of Saving All My Love, “Cause toNIGHT is the NIGHT for feeeelin’ all RIGHT. We’ll be making love the WHOLE NIGHT THROUUUUGH!! So I’m savin’ all my love…yeah I’m savin’ all my love….yes I’m SAVING ALL MY LOVE for YOUUUUUUU…”
And then I turned to Pat…the 14 year old still hopeful her scream singing is doing something good.
“Pat do I sound kind of good???” and Pat was all “No.” and I was all “No I mean, obviously I’m no Whitney but do I sound okaaay??” and he, seeing the hope in my eyes, was all “Yeah I guess” and I, wanting to hear more, was all “REALLY? Like…do you think I could make it to Hollywood? I mean obviously I could never win American Idol…but could I make it to Hollywood?” and he was all “I think there are 2 or 3 stages of tryouts before contestants make it in front of the judges. In the preliminary rounds they weed out the mediocre singers and just put people on TV who are really good or will make good TV and then they move them to Hollywood.” and I was all “and you think I would make it tooooo…???” and he was all “maybe the second stage of preliminary rounds” and I was all “WELL HOT DAMN!!! I KNEW I HAD TALENT!!!”
I guess that training really did pay off.
Thank you Whitney.