Whitney Houston’s 1985 self titled album was one of the first albums I bought when I was in high school. I loved every track and wore it out. In her early years her voice was golden, untouchable, like butter. The news of her passing leaves me a bit speechless. Without official word at the time of this posting to the cause of death, I will just say this: I guess at 48 years young her body and spirit became worn out and she has now gone off to sing with the angels.
So talented, so stunning, but so troubled.
May she now be at rest.