Whitney Houston’s voice was one of the most beautiful ever.  She emoted with a rare pureness, any love song was hers.  Her voice was stellar as it lingered.     Her performance of a love song made you stand still and perhaps even shed a tear from the sheer power and quality  of her voice.    She had the “WOW” factor.  Her voice was stunning.

She was rooted in the church with gospel music, like most Black singers.   She was perfectly groomed by her mother, Cissy the choir director of her church for over 50 years; her godmother, Aretha Franklin, and her aunt Dionne Warwick.   She had the best songbirds of an era nurturing her God given talent. She was modeling pretty.  She could act.  In her career span she sold over 170 million records, she won 6 Grammy Awards,  2 Emmy  Awards  and 22 other  music awards.  She was Clive Davis favorite protégé.     She had a perfect world, so it appeared.   Whitney  was young, talented, wealthy, gifted, beautiful and Black.  Her romance with Bobbie Brown had its ups and downs but it appeared to be a  relationship of passion  that produced a  daughter.     She had it all.

She cursed her own talent with drugs and alcohol additions. Even after several rehabs it was questionable as to whether  she really  won  the drug war.  She   lost her voice because of it.  She insulted her God given talent. In May of 2003, Prince Asiel of the Black Hebrews was on a mission.  He was determined to rehab Whitney by taking her to Israel for a total absolute rehab.  He succeeded with natural food, and  herbs..  However, when they got back to Atlanta, she resumed her old habits and he said, to me,  We are going to loose her to drugs.  She can’t help it.  He said, she can come off the drugs, but she can’t stay off.

Life appeared beautiful and she was on top of the world as she sang effortless, but the demons were there.  We are all shocked  at the early death of her 48 years at the Beverly Hills Hilton, but we are not surprised.   She was on a come back for the fourth or fifth time with her  yet to be released  movie,  SPARKLE.  Her public was pulling for her, waiting to hear that voice, again.

She died with historic pause, on the eve of the Grammy Awards, as she prepared for the  Clive Davis party.  He never stopped believing in her.  He was her musical Godfather, her mentor, but most important her real friend.Unofficially insiders have reported that she took a sleeping pill and perhaps drowned in the tub.

Whitney’s death begs for a look behind the scenes in the show business world.  It can be a lonely place.  What happens when the show is over?  Indeed a glamorous life, on the road, on the stage, in the media, applause, kudos and bravo  but what happens to you, especially a woman.   Where is your home?  Where do you live?   Like it or not, entertainers a  are vulnerable breed,  even with a strong constitution, the traps exist.   And even sometimes the most talented of them all are really insecure people in their own skin and their only comfort is on stage.

This woman, Whitney, gave us music that will live forever.  My favorites, “I’m Every Woman,” “The Greatest Love” and “I Will Always Love  You”   are  classics.  Her stylish beauty and exquisite taste were notable.   But when you watched her in depth interviews with Diane Sawyer and the best interview of them all with Oprah Winfrey, you realized a troubled soul.

Viva Whitney.





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