From Newark. Daughter of gospel singer Cissy Houston. Discovered by Clive Davis, who signed her to his Arista label; quick success created a vogue for the bland one-named diva cash cows (e.g. Sony's Mariah Carey). Leveraged Star Power into thespianism and bad celebrity marriages. A boring, airbrushed corporate figment who "can sing", which is the only difference between her and the Spice Girls, aside from the fact that there's only one of her. Thank God.

Editor's note: Whitney Houston died on February 11, 2012, aged 48.

Whitney Houston, born August 9, 1963 in Newark, New Jersey, began her career at the age of 11 in the New Hope Gospel Choir. Both her mother Cissy Houston, from whom she received vocal training, and her cousin Dionne Warwick provided her with the love for music that eventually became an extremely successful career.

Her big break occurred in 1984 when she sang "Hold Me" with Teddy Pendergrass. Arista Records then signed her on and her debut album was released a year later, selling over 20 million copies and breaking multiple records worldwide. Houston made history a second time when her second album became the first record by a female artist to enter the charts at number one.

She filmed her first movie in 1992, both co-starring and directed by Kevin Costner, which broke box-office records worldwide with a soundtrack that became the biggest selling of all time with an amazing 33 million copies sold. The song I Will Always Love You became the best selling single in history.

In July 1992, Whitney married singer Bobby Brown, who sired their daughter, Bobbi Kristina. Her albums have sold a combined total of over 115 million copies and her movies have made over half a billion dollars.

There is more information but this already huge node would be even bigger. I gave up searching for hard links after doing the Greatest Hits album.. very few of her songs are listed in E2... sigh

She has also starred in the following movies:
  1. Anything For You (1998, co-starring Will Smith)
  2. Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997, co-starring Brandy and Whoopi Goldberg)
  3. The Preachers Wife (1996, co-starring Denzel Washington)
  4. Waiting to Exhale (1995, co-starring Angela Bassett, Loretta Devine and Lela Rochon)
  5. The Bodyguard (1992, co-starring Kevin Costner)
Discography (in reverse chronological order):

Greatest hits (Released in 2000)
Disc 1:
  1. You Give Good Love
  2. Saving All My Love For You
  3. Greatest Love Of All
  4. All At Once
  5. If You Say My Eyes Are Beautiful
  6. Didn't We Almost Have It All
  7. Where Do Broken Hearts Go
  8. All The Man That I Need
  9. Run To You
  10. I Have Nothing
  11. I Will Always Love You
  12. Exhale (Shoop Shoop)
  13. Why Does It Hurt So Bad
  14. I Believe In You And Me
  15. Heartbreak Hotel
  16. My Love Is Your Love
  17. Same Script, Different Cast
  18. Could I Have This Kiss Forever
Disc 2:
  1. Fine
  2. If I Told You That
  3. It's Not Right But It's Okay
  4. My love Is Your Love
  5. Heartbreak Hotel
  6. I Learned From The Best
  7. Step By Step
  8. I'm Every Woman
  9. Queen Of The Night
  10. I Will Always Love You
  11. Love Will Save The Day
  12. I'm Your Baby Tonight
  13. So Emotional
  14. I wanna Dance with Somebody
  15. How Will I Know
  16. Greatest Love Of All
  17. One Moment In Time
  18. The Star Spangled Banner
My Love Is Your Love (Released in 1998)
  1. It's Not Right But Its Okay
  2. Heartbreak Hotel
  3. My Love Is Your Love
  4. When You Believe
  5. If I Told You That
  6. In My Business
  7. I Learned From The Best
  8. Oh Yes
  9. Get It Back
  10. Until You Come Back
  11. I Bow Out
  12. You'll Never Stand Alone
The Preacher's Wife (Soundtrack released in 1996)
  1. I Believe In You And Me
  2. Step By Step
  3. Joy
  4. Hold On, Help Is On The Way
  5. I Go To The Rock
  6. I Love The Lord
  7. Somebody bigger Than You And I
  8. You Were Loved
  9. My Heart Is Calling
  10. I Believe In You And Me
  11. Step By Step
  12. Who Would Imagine A King
  13. He's All Over Me
  14. The Lord Is My Sheperd
  15. Joy To The World
Waiting To Exhale (Soundtrack released in 1995)
  1. Exhale (Shoop Shoop)
  2. Why Does It Hurt So Bad
  3. Let It Flow
  4. It Hurts Like Hell
  5. Sittin' Up In My Room
  6. This Is How It Works
  7. Not Gon' Cry
  8. My Funny Valentine
  9. And I Gave My Love To You
  10. All Night Long
  11. Wey U
  12. My Love, Sweet Love
  13. Kissing You
  14. Love Will Be Waiting At Home
  15. How Could You Call Her Baby
  16. Count On Me
The Bodyguard (Soundtrack released in 1992)
  1. I Will Always Love You
  2. I Have Nothing
  3. I'm Every Woman
  4. Run For You
  5. Queen Of The Night
  6. Jesus Loves Me
  7. Even If My Heart Would Break
  8. Someday
  9. It's Gonna Be A Lovely Day
  10. Peace, Love And Understanding
  11. Theme From The Bodyguard
  12. Trust in Me
I'm Your Baby Tonight (Released in 1990)
  1. I'm Your Baby Tonight
  2. My Name Is Not Susan White
  3. All The Man That I
  4. Lover For Life
  5. Anymore
  6. Miracle
  7. I Belong To You
  8. Who Do You Love
  9. We Didn't Know
  10. After We Make Love
  11. I'm Knockin'
Whitney (Released in 1897)
Tracks 1, 4, 5, and 10 all became number 1 singles from this album.
  1. I Wanna Dance With Somebody
  2. Just The Lonely Talking Again
  3. Love Will Save The Day
  4. Didn't We Almost Have It All
  5. So Emotional
  6. Where You Are
  7. Love Is A Contact Sport
  8. You're Still My Man
  9. For The Love Of You
  10. Where Do Broken Hearts Go
  11. I Know Him So Well
Whitney Houston (Released in 1985)
This album topped the charts for 14 weeks, setting the record as most successful debut album by a female artist for the upcoming 13 years.
  1. You Give Good Love
  2. Thinking About You
  3. Someone For Me
  4. Saving All My Love For You
  5. Nobody Loves Me Like You Do
  6. How Will I Know
  7. All At Once
  8. Take Good Care Of My Heart
  9. Greatest Love Of All
  10. Hold Me
Sources:
http://www.whitneyhoustonplatinumclub.com
http://www.whitney-fan.com (This is where I got the majority of my information. I would suggest checking this one out!)

Whitney Houston

 

Bill awoke from a dream into the morning. In his dream Bill was craning his neck to look up -- something was happening there -- and when he was awake, he was craning his neck to look at the alarm clock, which was going off. For a moment Bill contemplated the boundary between asleep and awake and this thought (or train of thoughts) was killed by the fast-growing thought to turn off the fucking alarm clock.

The boundary between being asleep and being awake is much more obvious than the boundaries between other adjacent situations in our lives.

 

The meniscus descended, frighteningly like a freight elevator, from Bill's knees down to just below his calves. He stood in a pool of brown liquid, in a little valley between man-sized (and the thought flickers) mountains (to be replaced by) stalagmites. In front of him and slightly to the left stood a woman-thing; she was large coils of muscle covered over by skin. Her mouth was a mandibular structure of muscles, and she had a similar but larger structure between her legs and stretching up to her waist. She had long dark (hair?). To the right and a little distance away indistinct hulking figures moved.

The woman-thing spoke. "What makes a woman to you?"

Bill was unsure. "The curves and hair, I suppose."

"What curves?"

This Bill couldn't answer, but something was happening above. Bill looked up and woke.

 

Getting out of bed was a feat. One more boundary - there was the warm interior of his comforter, and there was the cold exterior of the rest of his room. What allowed Bill to make it was the small, hard center of determination inside his self (his-self, hisself) that said over and over again - "I must get up." That was its job, to say that over and over again, and that was all it did. The phrase became like a song, and the small center of determination was then like a song stone. Because it was a small, hard center of determination it was like a small stone or egg, and then you might think that it had a well-defined boundary. But it was one of those things that when Bill turned inside hisself to look at it it dispersed like fog. Like when you try to look directly like a comet and it fades away, but this was a fading away that Bill could almost feel physically inside hisself.

Because of this small, hard center of determination Bill brought his arms out of fetal position, out of the covers, and lay them on the top of his covers in order to acquaint himself with the cold, curvy topology of the rest of his bed. It was an alien landscape.

 

Vanessa, now that I have lost you, in reverse, and I think (again?) of you sitting nude on the bed, smiling, one knee up, I lose everything. I am brought to the brink and the cliff disappears. Who leads me there? Who takes away the pencil for which I reach, the chair on which I sit? How can my hand pass through air occupied by a machine a moment before!

 

While he was dressing Bill remembered a morning several years from now, into the future. He and his wife will have been married one month. He stood at the closest corner with arm crossing to get shirt and looked at his single bed. And saw the double bed there with his wife lying on it and saw projected on the far wall that future morning window easing comfortably among other furniture friends and picturing the rising sun, rising like a god halfway up the morning sky. She saw it too, rising like a god. She glanced between him and it, and he glanced between her and it. And it rose, slowly, like a god. The sun's head-dress plumed out and down. The sun's penis was bent down, only slightly erect and rising easy, moving with him and not because of him. The sun's face wore sleepy half-closed eyes glazed over and lips poised between a kiss and a smile.

And now I am inclined to ask where this scene of the rising sun rested among/between them when they sat in the kitchen to organize, breakfast.

She sat at the table and he stood again. Their faces did not carry the orange blossom colors given by the horizontal rays in the bedroom, but the light in the kitchen was still fresh morning-light. Their eyes were dark and lowering. They had, after all, just gotten up. The dark monster, annoyance and possible dislike, grumbled and turned over where it slept, deep below the space between them. They were in love.

 

Bill sat looking out the window and sipping coffee until the truck arrived. He stood up and regarded the window before leaving. A fluorescing panel, strobing so slowly, twenty-four hours per cycle. Sped up, the cycle can be grasped. As it is, I am too much a part of it to see. More the environment than the event. More stage than play. The venetian blinds hung bundled at the top. Plastic. Tightened.

 

Bill climbed into the cab of the pick-up and pulled the door shut. The body of the truck was a dusty red. The morning was dusty, too. Later on the day would be clear; the truck would still be dusty.

They both wore flannel. Bill's hair was long, his face was clean. A few pimples. Tom's hair was shorter and a little gray. He wore stubble.

"Hey, Tom. How's it goin."

"Mmmnot too bad. And yourself?"

"I'm OK. I'm awake, anyway." He had thought about saying 'up', and had decided on 'awake'. Conversation was sometimes difficult in the morning. But when was it ever easy.

 

TOM: "This music all right?"

Tom cast his eyes toward Bill, a full second-long glance away from the road. The stubble was moving; the face was still. The eyes appeared oiled, just for an instant. He was turned slightly toward Bill, and his muscles were tensed. His lips drew together in a circle for a moment, and his attention returned to the road. He eased.

Bill was aware of his legs, how heavy and still they were. his hands nestled under his thighs and he stared at the center of the dashboard. The part where it sloped off the dials and became bland preparation for the glove compartment.

BILL: "Yeah, this is fine."

Mariah Carey came from the speakers. Tom put his elbow on the window sill, leaned his head to the left and ran that hand through his hair. He puffed his cheeks and blew out a steady breath. Bill propped his right elbow on the window and put that hand to his chin. His forefinger rested under his nose for a moment, then he moved his hand to rest his cheek on the knuckles. He smirked his mouth briefly then relaxed it.

TOM: "Yeah, this stuff, I dunno. Most of this stuff is just shit. I guess it's easy to listen to, easy listening, but... I dunno. I like Whitney Houston, though. What to you think of Whitney Houston?"

BILL: "Yeah, I like Whitney Houston. Sure."

TOM: "I mean... I dunno."

Tom scowled.

BILL: "No, I know what you mean. I enjoy listening to Whitney Houston. Sure."

They both returned slowly to staring out the window and grew to notice the dew-moist grass on the side of the road and the breeze blowing through the cab.

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