It’s hard not to look at this early 80′s picture of Whitney Houston and not feel a part of your heart break. Here she is at the top of her game, looking like some super-human angel, ready to sing another platinum hit. And, when she first came into music prominence, all I could do was wonder at her amazing voice and her musical pedigree. I mean, who by now doesn’t know that her mother is Cissy Houston, cousin is Dionne Warwick, and god-mother is the god-mother of soul herself, Aretha Franklin?
So when it all began to unravel, when the publicists couldn’t gloss over the unreliable behavior, slurred words, and disheveled appearance, when she would go give those truly mis-guided interviews, I kept thinking to myself ”No, this can’t be true.” And more to the point: Why? Why are you doing this Whitney? Why don’t you make more great albums? Why don’t you keep working at your acting and make a pretty good movie every now and then (I liked “Waiting to Exhale”– Well, I liked Angela Bassett and Loretta Devine in it) But truly: Why are you throwing this all away?
I never got the marriage to Bobby Brown. I mean, she was super A++ Level Uber Celebrity and he was Bobby Brown: a partying, wild singer and the combination of the two of them was a Molotov Cocktail. And it was also so part of the A- Level Celebrity Eco-Chain of Dating (http://ecochainofdating.com/blog) -- a marriage and combination of personalities that rarely works.
So now, Chaka Khan and Celine Dion are coming forward in interviews saying what everyone pretty much knows but no one will say: As I wrote in my August, 29, 2011 post entitled “The Amy Winehouse Tragedy”, the rock theme of Sex, Drugs and Rock n’ Roll (or R n’ B) has created a hard-partying lifestyle that has pushed many musicians into an early death, as if those magic words– and being extremely wealthy and famous– would prevent physical deterioration or death because you’re famous, rich and millions of people love you (and your music).
Sadly, it’s 2012 and we just lost Whitney Houston at age 48. And it was 2011 and we lost Amy Winehouse– at age 27. When will it end? Isn’t it time we embraced another slogan, a different way of portraying the music industry, and an entire campaign to reverse an imagine of the music industry that isn’t so . . . deadly?
Again–Health, Wealth and Rock n’ Roll, anyone? Is anyone in the Music Industry listening?













