Despite the garish news surrounding Whitney Houston’s death, her music reveals long-forgotten memories.
“How Will I Know?” takes me immediately back to the summer we donned colorful make-up and scarves in our hair, popping back and forth trying to string together, “How will I know if he’s thinking of me? I try to phone but I’m too shy (can’t speak).” Pitch perfect, regrettably not.
My most painful break-up was accompanied by “I Will Always Love You.” Whitney sang, “So, goodbye. Please, don’t cry. We both know I’m not what you, you need.”
He said, “So, goodbye. Please don’t cry, again. I know you are not what I need.”
Music memories are inescapable.
