Saturday, February 11, 2012


Like with Amy Winehouse, I feel shocked but not not surprised that Whitney Houston died today at age 48.
I can't imagine being born into a family of singing legends, then becoming a talent who outshined them all, only to squander it all in a haze of crack smoke.
This performance occurred only two days, ago and you can hear that the instrument she was given was irreparably damaged.
I think the coroner will probably say she died from a drug overdose.
As morbid as it might seem, if she did die from drugs I hope it was heroin and not crack cocaine.
At least heroin has an historical context, with many black female divas succumbing to that drug before she did.
Crack is so whoreish and dirty and desperate.
Even Amy Winehouse never went near the crack pipe, as far as I can tell.
I'm sad to see that Whitney Houston's vocal abilities left before she did. It will forever mar my memories of her once-legendary talent.


bigsis said...

If she was on crack my guess is she learned to love it from Bobby. What a tragic end to a beautiful and talented young woman.

Karen Zipdrive said...

The minute she hooked up with that sleezeball Bobby Brown marked the beginning of the end for Whitney.
Same thing happened when Carly Simon married James Taylor.
And Sheryl Crow and Lance Armstrong.
et cetera et cetera et cetera

Lulu, the Dewey Dame said...

Comparing crack and heroin as a means to death... what are you thinking?

KarenZipdrive said...

Oh, Lulu.
While a heroin overdose is hardly a chic way to die, a crack death is just too low rent.
You never hear the term heroin whore, but crack whores are a dime a dozen.