I’d like to start this blog with a huge thanks to everyone for your support. I
cannot believe how well ‘Hour of Sunshine’ is doing on YouTube. I literally had
to pinch myself several times this week when I saw the number of views that it’s
had so far.
Aside from the video how can I not talk about Whitney Houston? It’s difficult to
imagine a world without Whitney and that voice. It’s a strange feeling to morn
a woman that I didn’t know; bizarre to think that a stranger could have such a
large part in my upbringing. I’ve literally been listening, watching and looking
up to Whitney for my entire life. With my hair in bunches I sang ‘Saving All My
Love for You’, I danced around the kitchen with my Mum to ‘I Wanna Dance With
Somebody’, cried over and over again to the Bodyguard, auditioned for Mystique
with ‘It’s Not Right But it’s ok’ sang ‘I believe in You and Me’ at my Brother’s
wedding and went to see her live for my 18th birthday present. She was an
incredible teacher; a close friend and I will forever miss never hearing or seeing
her soar again.
Rest well Whitney.
Much will and has been said about the loss of Music’s brightest stars, first
Michael then Amy and now Whitney. I have my own very strong feelings about
the huge drug and drink problems in my industry glamorized by the press and
the ‘cool’ people seemingly beyond the rules that govern the rest of us. Sex,
drugs, money, power, booze an exciting and tantalising promise of celebrity that
sucks in far too many. We love to watch them struggle, the bitter sweet turmoil
laced with god like talent, we love to watch them fall we love to watch them rise
never truly believing that there may come a time when they don’t get up. I’m
never one to judge we all have our problems our own personal cross to bare.
The story of Pandora’s box isn’t new and perhaps holds a very relevant message
to our ‘affluenza’ stricken society. All I will say is remember; what goes up must
and always does come down.
