I fell in love with Tina the first time I saw the music video for “What’s Love Got to Do With It?” Even at the tender age of seven, I could absolutely FEEL her strength and wisdom and quiet power radiating at me through the television and I was completely mesmerized. It helped that the song is ridiculously catchy and that I have a soft spot for women with raspy voices. But mostly I just wanted to watch goddess-like Tina stroll around in front of that chain-link fence telling all the young lovers what it’s really like to be tangled up with another’s heart. She was graceful and gorgeous and unbearably cool. I didn’t know jack about her history or her career. I just knew that she was awesome.
I can’t think of a single song of hers that makes me go, “Meh,” and the video footage I’ve seen of her live in concert makes me wonder if she’s powering small cities in her spare time. That energy, that smile, that welcoming stage presence … seriously, what a performer.
A funny/bizarre aside: I have a deep-seated fear of the dentist. Like primal, gut-churning fear that goes back to some bad dentist crap from childhood. My first dentist here in MN offered clients a personal CD player and headphones during dental work, and I always chose Tina’s greatest hits while I was getting my teeth worked on. Miraculously? It didn’t make me associate her music with pain or fear: It made every song on that album feel like a security blanket.
I cried BUCKETS when I saw the film of “What’s Love Got to Do With It,” and learning a portion of Tina’s amazing story just cemented her position as one of my top ten most admired women ever, ever, ever. I have a pretty good idea of what I’d say if I ever ran into most celebs I admire: Something along the lines of, “It’s such an honor to meet you!” But Tina? I guarantee I’d just lose my shit, start crying, and hug her until her bodyguards could finally peel me off.
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