Showing posts with label Whitney Houston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whitney Houston. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh!



Just because I heard this song on Trevor Nelson's Radio 2 show on Monday, I felt I had to feature one of our favourite video clips ever here at Dolores Delargo Towers again...


Together with Slimy Dion, I despise "Wibbler Whitney" for her legacy of overblown, strangulated melisma that pervades what laughingly passes for "singing" in the pop world today (I'm looking at you Mariah, Beyonce, Christina, Ariana, et al) - but add in the (ahem) obvious talents of dear Adam and his queeny chums, and I cannot help but smile whenever Million Dollar Bill comes on.

Sunday, 12 February 2012

RIP the Wibble



Good grief!

Whitney Houston - the one-woman pharmaceutical experiment, the arch-"wibbler" singularly responsible for the current proliferation of women who sing too high and can't hit the notes - is dead, aged 48 (the same age as me, gulp)!

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Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Worth a million dollars of anyone's money



It's good to know that Whitney Houston is only one day older than me, and looking so good...

I never liked the woman, nor her godawful wibbly vocal strangulations - I blame her, fair and square, for the rise of the rest of the rubbish singers-who-think-they-can-sing-but-can't like Christina Aguilera, Leona Lewis, Mariah Carey and the rest.

However it gives me a great excuse to re-play this little slice of brilliant campery!


Enjoy!