As a child I would, at any given time, bust out in a Whitney Houston song or twenty. I went through a “The Greatest Love of All” phase that probably drove my mother to drink bourbon at noon. I thought my talents should be shared with the world. It wasn’t until much later in life (I was 18 or so) when my cousin Allie let me listen to a tape she had found whilst in her childhood bedroom, that I realized my talents did not include singing. On said tape, I demo’ed some of my musical talents by singing…you guessed it, “The Greatest Love of All.” Worst thing I’ve ever heard. Horrifying. My poor family must have felt like the American Idol judges did when this guy showed up.
I tell that little story so you would know that there was a time when I did love me some Whitney Houston. I rarely knew what she was singing about (I was young, ok?) and I rarely got the words right (“I’m asking you what you know about bee stings” may or may not have been what yours truly thought the lyrics to “How Will I Know” were.) but I loved her music growing up.
I loved the
pre-Bobby Whitney. “Saving All My Love For You” and “Didn’t We Almost Have It All?” were amongst my favorite tunes in the ’80s. I watched
The Bodyguard with my friends and immediately purchased the soundtrack (
“I Will Always Love You” was played on repeat for at least a month circa 1992).
The post-Bobby Whitney…not so much. Total crack head, y’all. She still had her moments (Waiting to Exhale – you know you saw it.) but for the most part, she was less singer/actress and more…addict.
It’s terrible that she died, it’s horrible that she battled addiction, but was her death really surprising? Surprising enough to be a topic on all major news stations since Sunday? Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a nice break to not see Newt Gingrich or Mitt Romney on the news every 3 seconds, but I think I speak for America when I say to the media that it’s time to move on.
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