Whitney Houston R.I.PFebruary 12, 2012
We have another shocking death in the pop pantheon. Whitney Houston is dead. At the time of writing this, the cause is not known, but what we do know is that, according to TMZ, who broke the news of Michael Jackson’s death before the rest of the media caught up, she was found in the bath of her hotel room by her bodyguard at the Beverly Hilton in Los Angeles. Attempts to resuscitate her failed. She was 48.
I remember when she burst on the scene. I was in a pub in Brixton one Sunday afternoon with the brothers and brothers-in-law of a friend of mine. There we were, four guys of Irish descent and me, in a pub having a jar. Then a video of this girl with a big voice singing Saving All My Love For You came on and we were all captivated. I didn’t know then that her mum was Cissy Houston, her cousin was Dionne Warwick and her Godmother was Aretha Franklin. That’s one hell of a musical Dynasty. From that first single, Houston’s ascent was rapid, culminating in her cover of Dolly Parton’s I Will Always Love You, which, like Bryan Adam’s Everything I Do, I Do It For You, stayed at number one in the charts for a millennium.
She met and married Bobby Brown… and that’s when her problems began. She developed a drug problem and she started to go downhill fast. Although she had tried to kick the habit, her most recent appearances, where we could see that her good looks, but more importantly, her once fabulous voice had been shot to pieces, left you with the feeling she was losing the battle. And now she’s gone. Personal problems aside, she was a multi-million dollar seller and had influenced many singers including Mariah Carey and Celine Dion.
I didn’t want to put up a video of that song, not least because everyone will play it to the living death and it’s not one of my favourites anyway. Have this one instead: in acapella. I should’ve added this to the list of my X Factor? My Arse! Or How To Do It Properly series. Ladies and gentlemen, please note: when you listen to this you will find Not. A. Whiff. Of. Autotune.
Hope she gets to rest in peace now. She certainly wasn’t on first name terms with tranquility in the last few years of her life. R.I.P, Whitney.