Didn’t expect Whitney.
I mean I knew she had problems, and the immediate “cocaine is a helluva drug” mean-spirited response would be totally inappropriate at this point. I don’t know the cause of death, but I did think that she’d outlive Bobby and I could picture her singing at Clive Davis’ wake.
It’s weird, but the Whitney Houston video for “How Will I Know” came on this morning and I didn’t turn the channel. I normally would have, but today I let it play.
You can probably tell that I wasn’t a fan of her music, but 48 is too young for anyone.