You know as a major Whitney fan, I saw her live in 1991 in Denver Fiddler’s Green.
Her signature song was The Greatest Love of all. She always closed her concerts with this song.
The message is truly love and respect your self, because without this, you will abuse yourself. Not the conceded, all about me love, but the love that keeps you going, day in and day out. Because if you can’t love yourself, you can’t love others.
I thought she endured so much and while she had immense talent, she is also a human being. She is mortal. She once said, that “Success doesn’t change you, Fame does.”
We all have our crosses to carry. I would never want to be famous. Ever.
Success? Absolutely, but never fame.
Can you imagine that life?
RIP Whitney.
Yeah I admit that is a good, but the rest of them annoy the hell out of me, they are just so awful and it ticks me off because she was an immense talent and those songwriters are the best they could find for her? It must have been absolute torture to sing them over and over and over for years and years. Clive Davis was the guy responsible for her career and he should have valued her more rather than use her as some kind of cash cow. Even near the end when she was still obviously under the influence of drugs and had lost her voice, he STILL used her solely to make money. That was the worst, so painful to watch.