I'm certain the obituaries will ebb and flow with equal amounts of judgment and praise. Like Michael Jackson their top tier talent left us long before their bodies did; you don't soar to those heights without the gods of gravity playing their fickle game.
What is MTV now but mostly rote and mediocre music filled with soft and less soft porn images, the performers more athletic than artistic.
Each time the movers show up to pack the boxes I turn it on and look away, it's peculiarly awful, sapping the soul. Doesn't anyone wanna aim for anything but high school, it can't simply be just me.
So many will scold or dismiss Ms. Houston for her addictions but I adored her always; I may have flown directly from old school funk to appreciating the greats like Billie and Miles but Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston made me pay attention to pop music in the 80's and 90's.
I suppose it's not hard to understand why they turned their talent away, just look at what they have to compete with, what's the point. To please some loaf on a sofa in upstate New York or Stains in the UK. What's the point.
But for an awfully long time she flew awfully high across the sky, her achilles getting high, tired of being told she wasn't black enough, hence the choice of mate, so they said.
Like millions of others who listened to Heartbreak Hotel over and over, I'm simply heartbroken she died.
I'm sure Aretha and her sisters are saying prayers. I know I'll light a candle for that divinely inspired voice, for that particularly pretty woman called Whitney.
Can't help but compare to Barbra Streisand whom I saw on stage in Paris @ Bercy in 2005; in need of nothing but a microphone and maybe a vase. Thank gawd she's still around.
No scaffolding, no hype, no nonsense like the sad, sad bland crap we see at intermission or on video.
My favorite quote of the day, "God gave me a voice to sing with, and when you have that what other gimmick is there?"
C'est vrai, c'est vrai...rest in peace most blessed girl, you've escaped the need to play their game...
