That picture of Whitney Houston looking like the crack ho she has apparently become is all over the nets these days. Huh. I have sympathy for drug addicts (to a point), so I say get her into rehab and let’s move on. We have other reasons to have Whitney publicly flayed.
I’m speaking of what she’s done to pop singing.
I just watched the last 15 minutes of the “American Idol” debut, where they humiliate all the people who thought they could sing, but of course they can’t. And six out of seven have Whitney Houston’s Disease, where she reaches for the high notes but warbles around getting there, so that when she screeches, o’er the la-a-a-a-and of the free-e-e-eeee-eee-e-eee…….and the ho-o-oo-o-ome of the…buhuhuhhraaaaaav…..uh!
Why does she do that? And why do people think this is the way you should sing?
Is it a drug thing? Must be.
Not much happening today, so here’s a plate of tasty linkage:
John Scalzi tells the story of how he got out of the newspaper business today, and the story was, er, familiar — manhandled by editors who saw him not as a person but as one of those Fisher-Price people-pegs to be plugged into whatever slot they felt like sticking him in, capped by a coup de grace of his own: Three weeks later I got my formal job offer, and called my editors into a meeting in which I told them I was leaving. They asked if there was anything they could do to keep me; I told them that it seemed unlikely. They asked if they could ask what I was going to be making; I told them. They both blinked; it was more than either of them made. It was their first real encounter with the online world, I suspect, and the first realization that major changes were on their way.
That was 10 years ago. John, some of them still don’t know.
Coyotes have much to fear from us, but coyote hunters have more to fear from other coyote hunters, still. A cautionary tale.