My first music memory is from when I was nine years old. I was in the back of my family’s Suburban heading up to Mammoth Lakes, California listening to a Walkman. I held in my hand a cassette tape with this cover on it. I sang out-loud to these songs like a maniac , thanks Mom and Dad, and when I started singing them out-loud tonight, I still got chills but this time I “got so emotional baby.” Ugh. Thank you Whitney, you will be missed.
