The diva Whitney Houston is finally coming back with an album on September 1st after years of attempts, demos, speculation, and doubts. Now that she’s finally uhooked herself from that unholy alliance with Bobby Brown, we can only hope that she’s looking good (digitizing can be so expensive) and sounding better than a raspy-voiced old wastrel with rocks in her mouth.
But do the kids care? Will a woman of Whitney’s age be remembered enough by accomplishment-phobic radio? And, most importantly, “How will I know if he really loves me?”