Thursday, February 16, 2012

My Generation

In the 80's, I was reign supreme on my block as the pop-lockin' queen and wanted to express my youth and my tribulations with fortitude, angst and fervor, emulating and resounding with the youth of my culture.

Whitney Houston was only four years my senior, looking so great, I thought, but in the inside, where the seams of her garments held her utmost fears, revealed the truth. She died at just 48 years-old.

I chose one of her recent videos in lieu of her old school iconic classics to remember her by. I believe we should all go out singing and dancing into the oblivion.

Artists live too close to the fire sometimes...

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