One Moment in Time
It was her effortlessly perfect voice for me. That Effortlessly Perfect Voice. There’s no way to write it to sufficiently capture the full magic of Whitney Houston’s talent, of what she meant to so many people. As a little Black girl raised in the early ’90s singing in the church in Berkeley, Calif., I was always trying to mimic Houston’s heavenly timbre, that sweet and powerful sound that seemed to flow from her like water from a brand-new faucet. A world away, it was the same for Adele, growing up in London. She once told an interviewer, “I always wanted to sound like Whitney Houston. I remember being 17 in front of mirrors, singing along to ‘I Want to Dance With Somebody’ with my hair spray in my hand.” Same…