Ok, now that you've stopped pelting me with vegetables and countless bean bags of varying mass, I'll ask you to look pastall that baggage that you've managed to associate with the tragic celebrity figure that is Whitney.
There's a couple of things that stick with my memory some 12 years after its release.
First, the musical accompaniment follows Houston's lead, kicking into gear only after she's sung "Everyone". It trails her throughout the song, like the ripples of water emanating from a boat as it glides across otherwise quiescent waters.
For the most part, the lyrics aren't much to write home about, long on glib cliches and smothered with unimagniative scat singing. Unless you just go ga-ga over the non-word "Shoop", you won't find much of exhilaration here.
Yet, among this all banality, I find this verse somehow speaks for my present.
Sometimes you'll laugh
Sometimes you'll cry
Life never tells us
The when's or why's
When you've got friends to wish you well
You'll find a point when
You will exhale (yeah, yeah, say)
As I made my way off the plane from my return trip last night, 30 minutes behind schedule, with nothing to greet me in the midnight downpour other than a fluorescent lit parking shelter, the cold reality of the loneliness hit me like full speed dodgeball to the gut at recess.
The fits and starts of trying to move from one job to another has left me facing some pretty deep emotional lows, and they're getting harder to pull myself out of. I really need to see a doctor for medication, and I need to start reinforcing the friends I have out here on the ether with real life friends.
As you will find out in a post elsewhere, I had a chance to meet up with a fellow blogger during my travels. It was just for coffee, but the real-life interaction a nice pick-me-up.
