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"The singer was discovered in her fourth-floor suite at the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, where she had been staying with her inner circle and family."
"She had traveled to the hotel to attend a pre-Grammy party hosted by her longtime mentor and label head, Clive Davis."
- CNN
Her album was the very first thing I ever owned; I remember recording songs onto cassette tapes back when I was just a kid in fifth grade. I used to scribble the lyrics down on scraps of paper, struggling through my broken English just to memorize them. I’d sit there hitting the rewind and fast-forward buttons on my Walkman over and over again, desperate to mimic her voice. Naturally, I sounded absolutely pathetic, more like a screeching toddler than a singer. I spent my days jumping around on my bed and playing her tracks on a constant loop. I even dragged my best friend into the obsession, making sure she listened to Whitney too, and I couldn't stop talking about her to everyone at school. I even remember a classmate handing me a cutout from a magazine—it was a picture of Whitney Houston, though if you look closely, Jon Bon Jovi is pictured on the opposite side.
To me, she was always the undisputed queen of soul and powerhouse vocals; everyone else is just following in her wake. When Leona Lewis showed up and technically managed to nail one of those impossibly difficult pop anthems, I Will Always Love You, all I could think was that she wouldn't even come close to the greatness of Whitney Houston. Whitney wasn't just stunningly beautiful; she possessed a vocal power and a unique tone that was simply unmatched.
Rest in peace.
"She had traveled to the hotel to attend a pre-Grammy party hosted by her longtime mentor and label head, Clive Davis."
- CNN
Her album was the very first thing I ever owned; I remember recording songs onto cassette tapes back when I was just a kid in fifth grade. I used to scribble the lyrics down on scraps of paper, struggling through my broken English just to memorize them. I’d sit there hitting the rewind and fast-forward buttons on my Walkman over and over again, desperate to mimic her voice. Naturally, I sounded absolutely pathetic, more like a screeching toddler than a singer. I spent my days jumping around on my bed and playing her tracks on a constant loop. I even dragged my best friend into the obsession, making sure she listened to Whitney too, and I couldn't stop talking about her to everyone at school. I even remember a classmate handing me a cutout from a magazine—it was a picture of Whitney Houston, though if you look closely, Jon Bon Jovi is pictured on the opposite side.
To me, she was always the undisputed queen of soul and powerhouse vocals; everyone else is just following in her wake. When Leona Lewis showed up and technically managed to nail one of those impossibly difficult pop anthems, I Will Always Love You, all I could think was that she wouldn't even come close to the greatness of Whitney Houston. Whitney wasn't just stunningly beautiful; she possessed a vocal power and a unique tone that was simply unmatched.
Rest in peace.