A Lost Voice

February 12, 2012

I was never a huge fan of Whitney Houston’s music — I was into a different sound, a different style.  But I was always, always a fan of her voice.  Tonight, we were watching the opening moments of the Grammy’s, and they played a clip of Whitney singing at the awards ceremony back in the early nineties.  And watching her, listening to her, my older daughter muttered, “Oh, my God.”  It wasn’t something she said for us.  I’m not even sure she was aware that she was saying it.  It just happened, like the soft intake of breath upon first seeing the Grand Canyon or the Aurora Borealis.  Whitney was that good.  Her voice was a wonder.

Her life story, sadly, was the stuff of tragedy; her end was sordid and hollow.  I want to say that she deserved better, but it seems that so much of the misery of her final years was self-inflicted.  What a terrible loss for her fans, an awful blow to her family and friends.  And how sad for all of us that her voice was silenced at so soon.

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