Whitney Houston is one of one. There is no one like her and there never will be. I remember growing up listening to their music, dancing around the house and jumping on my bed and singing their songs in my hairbrush. That golden voice with reach and runs and power like none and a face and presence like kings. She was every little girl's admiration.
When I first met her, she came to see me at one of Clive Davis' pre-Grammy parties. I was still in awe of this crazy world that I was newly admitted into and it marched right up to me and said, "You are going to write a song for me." I could not believe it! Did the greatest voice ever ask of me? I was shocked and completely overjoyed and easily scared and started such a beautiful friendship that was so sincere and sincere. We were kindred and instant sisters.
We worked together on “Million Dollar Bill,” a song I wrote for their album I Look to You. We laughed so much that I thought we could never finish the song. We called each other "Mima" and I appreciate every moment that I talk to her, be in her beautiful company and love her. I still can't believe that this was Whitney's last album and that she is no longer with us.
We all know what a wonderful singer Whitney was – perhaps the greatest voice of our time. We all know how their unprecedented success brought black women to the very top of the music industry's pantheon. We all know that their music will live forever. This music, this eternal voice, is their last generous gift to us, and it will now be one of the brightest lights to ever shine in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Congratulations, Mima. We miss you.