I'd never thought I'd cry about hearing of Whitney's passing, but I did. It caused me to remember how much I adored her as a little girl . . . how I wore out my I Wanna Dance With Somebody cassingle with hundreds of lip-synching routines, how many times I nervously slow-danced at Bar Mitzvahs to Saving All My Love for You, and weepily singing The Greatest Love of All at my 6th grade graduation, worried about moving on to the big leagues of Jr. High. Whitney pretty much provided the soundtrack to my childhood.
Above: Photos from Houston's 1986 tour program. I'd love to know who shot it, and who designed that buckle-strap dress . . . Moschino? Patrick Kelly?
It's no-duh to mention the sheer power of her voice, and it was a major highlight when my parents surprised my sister and I with tickets to her Greatest Love Tour, at L.A.'s Greek Theatre, c.1986. We wore our favorite layered pastels and Camp Beverly Hills sweatshirts, danced in the aisles, and the tour program became our holy scripture. For a time, she was our golden-voiced goddess, and as tumultuous as her life seemed to be, I'm sad we won't get to see the next chapter.