When a light goes out on a beautiful life force, it is deeply upsetting. I am paraphrasing the words said today by Joy Behar on šāš šššš¤Ā as the show’s cohosts discussed the sad death yesterday of the phenomenal performer Tina Turner.
Like Joy, since yesterday, I am moved to near tears whenever I hear one of Tinaās songs playing. I thought it was just me. I want to thank Joy for helping me not feel like a weirdo as I associate the memories of many of Tinaās songs with different times in my life.
Like many boomers, I grew up listening to Ike and Tina Turner on the radio. When āThe Ike and Tina Turner Revueā Ā premiered at Washington, DCās Howard Theater in February 1961, I was a āskinny legs and allā teenager, as Joe Tex would sing. I was also broke and asking my parents for money to go to a show, even though concert tickets were not nearly as costly as they are today; well, let’s just say that I couldnāt scrape up enough change to go see the live performance and leave it at that.
The next time the revue returned to Howard in September 1965, I was in high school and still couldnāt afford the price of admission. So although Tina Turner was performing just a stoneās throw from my home ā Iām talking a few blocks, walking distance of about five minutes ā it didnāt matter. I missed both shows. I was fortunate, however, to catch the coupleās performance on šāš šøš šš¢šššš£šš šāšš¤Ā in 1970. Still, I regret that I never saw them (especially Tina, in later years after she went solo) perform in person.
In 1984 when Tina broke out with Private Dance, I was so happy that she was back on the scene. I fell in love with that song, and her videos and Tina Turner shot right back to the top of my list of favorite female performers. Since yesterday, her album, Tina:Ā All the Best, has become my playlist’s most frequently played album.
One of my favorite authors, the late Nora Ephron, wrote, āAbove all be the heroine of your life, not the victim.ā Tinaās refusal to be a victim and stay in a bad situation with her husband led her to rescue herself, and as a result, she became a world-renowned superstar and, for women everywhere, a shero.
Yesterday as a close friend and I were commiserating about Tina Turner, discussing books weāve read by and about her and movies and documentaries weāve seen, my friend lightened the moment when she said, āI hope Tina has earned a place in heaven because she sure lived through hell with Ike.ā
Rest in peace Tina Turner, from your forever fans. You were an original and will be forever — the Queen.