I was in bed last night by 10 so I didn't get the news till this morning, when upon stumbling out to make coffee saw my phone lit up like a christmas tree with messages from my friends about Whitney. They know I like a lot of Whitney Houston, and I like it loud.
What a BEAUTY. This was the picture on her 1987 self-titled album - which was incidentally the first compact disc ever to grace the Ryhanen household. (Either that or Starlight Express, the soundtrack to a rollerskating musical which I estimate only 1% of you readers will be familiar with. Fortunately.) It's interesting how the music of our childhood shapes us.
I've mentioned this before I think; as a kid there was a vivid moment when I suddenly understood that the whitney on the radio next to my bed was pre-recorded...that she was not live somewhere singing. It was a very lonely moment.
Right now I am going to walk down to the store with Nea, pick up a yogurt for breakfast and then get ready to go into my new big-city job at 223 Mott Street, maybe you'll stop by?! The last few days have been bananas, so I'm looking forward to kicking back with Nicolette and playing shop keep, maybe download my camera and show you all that's been happening. The world goes on with it's business, as it should I suppose.