Poor Whitney.
Even the audience couldn't identify the moaning strains of this song. A marble mouth filled babble non tribute to the pop princess. There are tributes and there are atrocities. This my friends, is the later.
What the fuck was he thinking to even take this on. Lets face it he ain't a fan. Its almost Eric Clapton wallow-bad. Ten thousand angels lifted Whitney from purgatory to Heaven so she wouldn't have to hear this.
My cat imploded.
My ears bled
Jesus wept.
There isn't a positive thing to say about it. It's so bad its not even funny. I suggest you put down the bottle of Jack. Find some reality television show to permeate or hmmm how about actually recording some new Soundgarden instead of being an ego junkie?
This sucks more than a whore with a crack pipe.