When icons die
Posted by barrycyrus
We literally woke up to the news that Whitney Houston, one of the greatest female voices of all time, has passed away. She was found dead inside a room in a hotel, the venue of the pre-Grammy event of which she was to perform. Apart from her immediate family and friends, Whitney leaves folds of fans and people she has touched with her music worldwide—mourning. She was 48.
It feels eerie and devastating whenever someone who has contributed much to music or to pop culture in general, or in other words, an “icon,” dies. Recent and shocking deaths of Michael Jackson, Steve Jobs, or even of Amy Winehouse’s, have left many affected.
The world obviously feels the same for Whitney’s demise. Singing pop, soul, gospel and jazz for about 30 years, and starring in a few but memorable films, Whitney became the fighting face of black women. With her awards such as six Grammys, and 30 Billboard awards, she too has etched herself in history.
Amid all this tribute fair is my parents acting all weird and ditzy. When I phoned my mother to report this, she says in disbelief, “And I’m supposed to name the new dog Whitney! No kidding!” On the other hand, when I texted my father about this, he goes, “Who is Whitney Houston?”