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Whitney Houston, A line of coke in the wind

Ah another day and another dead celebrity Junkie and as the media goes into a its usual “oh what a sad and tragic loss of a “great” person” mode. So we have wall to wall headlines like this from the Herald Sun:
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No one needs to pay a corpse and you can bet that sales of Whitney Houston’s music will now improve significantly, because quite simply dying is such a good career move these days when the media just loves to eulogise even the saddest slave to the white powder. I wonder just how long it will be before someone like the Queen of over sentimental songs about dead women, Elton John writes some ditty pointing out that Huston was found nude in the bath ?

I can just imagine lyrics that say ” her life was like a line of coke in the the wind…”

Yep that would be a big hit for sure.

Cheers Comrades

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6 Comments

  1. Ray Dixon says:

    I wish she had lived to a ripe old age, Iain. Then we wouldn’t have to listen to that screaming, ear piercing voice they’re playing on the news today. It’s f*cken awful.

  2. Iain Hall says:

    Yeah its a crime against auditory peace Ray , fortunately I have had to listen to the kids shows and I have managed to avoid hearing it too often

  3. GD says:

    A troubled girl, an addict, and a great singer. She headlined eighties pop. Her spotlessly clear voice was impeccable in her renditions of the slick pop songs being written for that market.
    The eighties was a decade of dichotomous trends, with some audiences rejecting the overly clever aspirations of many seventies musos, to wit, Steely Dan, Stevie Wonder and sixties hangovers like Pink Floyd. It had all become too clever for their simpler, purer idea of rock’n’roll. Punk brought it back to basics for those audiences. While the aficionados stayed with ‘intelligent’ rock music, the hoi poloi found solace in a basic back beat, guitar riff and a yelled lyric.

    Somewhere in the middle the corporate music industry decided that the ‘clever’ music could be marketed, albeit without Steely Dan’s incoherent lyrics, and Stevie Wonder’s introspective lyrics and convoluted music progressions.

    The Eighties Top 40 exploded. Whitney was queen. Her songs were crafted by the finest songwriters in LA. ‘How Do I Know’, ‘All At Once’, ‘Didn’t We Almost Have It All’. For these crafted songs to succeed they needed a skilful singer. A singer who could hit high Cs without blinking, and in most cases, Whitney hit high Ds in full voice, chest voice.

    She was a natural, she had grown up in a musical family, Thelma Houston was her aunt.

    Unfortunately she didn’t cope. That’s sad, that’s a tragedy, depending on your viewpoint. My view is that she has left an amazing legacy of beautifully performed popular songs of the eighties.

    Much like music historians revere the singers and musicians of the twenties and thirties, Whitney has a place in music history.

  4. Iain Hall says:

    Oh I agree that she was a great singer GD but I don’t dig the way that she has been so overly praised and eulogised because she ruined her life by “partying” too hard and too often.
    Its the “oh what a tragic loss that she died so young” stuff that gets to me because it is fundamentally wrong to say that about her death, the destruction of her talent was the tragedy and it happened years ago, long before the final end two days ago, the death of what was left of the women was more of an epilogue rather than the main attraction.

  5. Ray Dixon says:

    She was a screamer, GD, and as for hitting high Ds, well, what’s so good about that? All it does is blow your ear drums out. The songs were mainly sickly sweet ballads. Pieces of moochy trash. And Houston only became famous because of her family background, which led to her getting more opportunities than your average teenage singer. Like her own daughter is now doing too. I think the 2010 Melbourne concerts were her defining hour.

  6. Luzu says:

    Ray,
    Bit mean about the family connections. This woman had a VOICE.
    But the overriding thought for me is: Where were all her rich buddies in the music industry when she was killing herself with drugs? They are talking now about how much they loved her and yet not one (that I know of) offered her help to overcome her addictions. No one loved her enough to say “Here’s money and support. Get clean. We’re with you”.

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