Music has the unique ability to instantly transport me to the place in time where I first heard or experienced it. I listen to America or Jim Croce and I am a kid in the 1970’s in the way back of a station wagon, driving home from the beach with my parents, my skin all crackly from the sand and salt water and I couldn’t be safer or happier. Whenever I hear Nirvana’s In Bloom or Breed I am 21 and New York City is exploding at my fingertips.
While listening to Whitney Houston today I realized that it transports me to being a teenager in my best friend Vanessa’s bedroom. We are doing what every teenage girl has done and will do until the end of time – singing songs together at the top of our lungs and sharing secrets and dreams. I listen to early Whitney Houston and I am brought back to that place of teenage love and devastating heartbreak, and I realized her music was orchestrating so much of that time.
I listened to all of them tonight. From The Greatest Love of All, (go and listen to the beauty in that song) and You Give Good Love To Me to I Will Always Love You and I Have Nothing. Even though I haven’t listened to these songs in awhile - I know all of the lyrics! And I belted them out tonight, just like I always have. By the time, I’m Every Woman came on, the girls and I were in full on dance party mode.
I love her music for the gift of remembering that being fifteen wasn’t always so terribly awkward as I usually paint it. It was also moment of freedom and beauty while dancing with my best friend.