Yet another obligatory obituary: Whitney Houston dead at 48

For more than a moment in time she had it all

There were two songs that got me through my 18 months in prison  Mariah Carey’s ‘Hero’ and Whitney Houston’s ‘Greatest Love of All’. I preferred George Benson’s original version, but that particular CD and vinyl was in storage with the rest of my belongings in Los Angeles, so I had to make do with items my loved ones sent, which all had to brand new and sealed.

For me, news came in the form of a tweet from AP just after midnight GMT (here in London), to say Whitney Houston’s publicist had confirmed Whitney was dead.  I was stunned and for a split second thought it was another Internet hoax, but realised the tweet was from AP, they don’t tweet hoax’s. I haven’t followed her career that closely in recent years as I had pretty much given up on her, but was looking forward to seeing her in Sparkle,  a remake of the 1976 movie which has been touted as yet another ‘comeback break’ for Ms Houston.  Her slow motion suicide ended all that yesterday, in a bathtub at the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, as she got ready for Clive Davis’s annual pre-Grammy party.

There still isn’t an official cause of death although TMZ who are usually very reliable, have said although illegal drugs were not found in her hotel room, bottles of prescription drugs were, including xanax. Looks like Whitney must have slipped into unconciousness while taking a bath.  Same story different celebrity, different date.


To understand my connection with Whitney Houston, you just had to be there. Her early music was a part of the sound track to my life in the 80’s into mid 90’s. I wore out her first album and spent several hours mimicking her singing ‘Saving All My Love For You’ in front of a mirror, wanting to be her, to look like her. Years later I watched  ‘The Body Guard’ countless times wanting to be Kevin Costner’s love interest. My toes still curl at that final scene when they  kiss 🙂 Crappy  acting,  but what did I care? All I know is I could have done a better snogging job than Whitney.

Then she hooked up with Bobby Brown and they became the Black  version of Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain. A very sick union and another Hollywood train wreck. The drug use, their fights, his various incarcerations and then that all telling interview with Diane Sawyer none of us bought. Whitney was a mess. She wasn’t short of people wanting to help and save her, but as any drug abuser will tell you, you have to want to make that change. It’s hard, but have to have the will . By all account’s it seems that just like Amy Winehouse, Whitney really wanted to make a change. She had come clean and admitted her drug use and was making an effort, but that wasn’t enough.

I concur  with the late Rick James when he said “Cocaine is a helluva drug!” For some like Whitney, it’s replaced by anti anxiety drugs like Xanax, Valium and Lorazepam, but when you swallow them down by the truck load with alcohol, it can be your final curtain call. Just ask Heith Ledger, Anna Nicole Smith, Rick James, Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse and so many others.

Whitney,  Requiescat in pace.

Didn’t she have it all

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