I arrived at the Tina Turner party way too late. The year was 1996, and her Wildest Dreams album had just come out, complete with a cover of John Waite's "Missing You" that I listened to so many times, you would have thought I was a forty-three year-old divorcee instead of a twelve-year-old little gay boy who had just found his musical idol. All I knew about Tina before then was that her life was so scandalous there was a rated-R movie about it. In passing, I would hear people mention her and some of the horrors she endured. Now I realize that domestic violence at that level and at that time were so confounding to most people that it would be enough to get you talked about in hushed whispers. But Tina Turner refused to live in the whispers. Instead, she came back more times than Columbo, in nearly every decade, until achieving her greatest success as one of the indisputable best live acts of all time, selling out stadiums at a time when most people are retiring...
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