Well damn. I didn't want Whitney Houston to die. I don't think it registered with me when I first heard. And now this morning as I'm watching the tributes, I feel like I been on a giant rewind of the last 20+ years.
Oh, the good songs of 80s and 90s. How Will I Know? I Wanna Dance With Somebody. Greatest Love of All. The list goes on. There's the 1991 Super Bowl and the I'm Your Baby Tonight Tour - my first big, big concert in Dallas. And then the CHS Seniors of 1992, chose One Moment in Time as our class song. That particular version was worse than awful, but hopefully the sentiment counts for something.
"I've lived to be...the very best...I want it all. No time for less..."
RIP Whitney.
I wish I could sing.