Saturday, February 11, 2012
RIP Whitney Houston (1963 - 2012)
Life is short.
I was never a huge personal fan of either Michael Jackson or Whitney Houston. They weren't SPIRITUALLY important to me the way, say, The Beatles were, but both were part of the soundtrack of my youth. Their music is ingrained in my mind when I think of myself in college in the mid-'80s, listening to the radio, going to clubs. Although I was often sad in my early college years because of a personal loss, I still felt excited and happy whenever I heard some of their music. Despite the hype, there was definitely something THERE besides the production and the hype.
Aside from inspiring nostalgia, their deaths spook me because they themselves were so personally haunted despite such superior surface achievements. I'd hate to think that "the inability to intimately connect" kills, but...
At this time, I wonder about the reaction of Robyn Crawford, the woman who was perceived and castigated (by fans and family alike) as being "too close" to Whitney for years before Houston married Bobby Brown...
In 1992, Whitney's family had an "intervention," in which they told Whitney to get rid of her "girlfriend" and find a man. The "man" that Whitney picked was Bobby Brown.
In hindsight, who was worse for Whitney? Robyn Crawford or Bobby Brown?
I don't know what happened. I'm so sorry, Whitney.
(Below: Clive Davis of Arista when he first discovered Houston in the early '80s. Compare what she looked like when she dressed as herself to what she was turned into -- a drag queen.)