Singer Whitney Houston's untimely death at the age of 48 today has derailed the political clown cars off Matt Drudge's top of the fold and filled the Twitter stream with currents of emotional angst revealing more about the twitterers than Houston herself. We'd never thought much about the legendary singer one way or the other till tonight, when we heard of her passing, googled and discovered the transcendence of her Gospel-trained pop sound: I will always love you. We'd heard it before, just never made the connection. Breathtaking.
It was going to be all about Mitt Romney's twofer tonight and tomorrow on the Sunday talk shows — winning the CPAC straw poll and then the Maine caucuses! — but now a transcendent singer has died at 48, and politics will just have to wait. It's Whitney Houston 24/7 till further notice:
Whitney Houston, who ruled as pop music's queen until her majestic voice and regal image were ravaged by drug use, erratic behavior and a tumultuous marriage to singer Bobby Brown, died Saturday. She was 48.
At her peak, Houston was the golden girl of the music industry. From the middle 1980s to the late 1990s, she was one of the world's best-selling artists. She wowed audiences with effortless, powerful, and peerless vocals that were rooted in the black church but made palatable to the masses with a pop sheen.
According to tweeter vbspurs, who notes "Harris Faulkner admits on air that Fox News is reading tweets for breaking news," this is the "last photo of Whitney (a bit macabre, apologies): true Hollywood club, where she performed last night."
"It's a lifetime battle, just like alcoholics anonymous," Fox News forensic expert Michael Baden weighs in on the developing story of what may have happened to precipitate Houston's death "on the eve of the Grammy Awards." Lots of chatter about her allegedly abusive ex, Bobby Brown, who is said to be "beside himself" at the news. A lumper, not a splitter, we're not much interested in the gory details. It's the universal themes, what we can read about ourself in her words:
The biggest devil is me. I'm either my best friend or my worst enemy.
Crossposted at Riehl World View.