Whitney Houston
I'm Your Baby Tonight

THE REVIEW

I am terribly sorry to have to respond to an impudent person like the author of the review on Whitney Houston signed "Ilpazzo". I emphasize to have because after what I read, it is inevitable not to counter such idiocy. A singer like Houston deserves everyone's approval; her recordings are not solely based on extraordinary vocal abilities, but are the perfect blend of singing and musicality, where by musicality I mean a combination of rhythm, melody, sweetness, charm, and pleasantness; qualities that make a track complete at 360 degrees. And that is exactly how I believe all the pieces of this extraordinary singer are. Regarding the fact that she abused her vocal cords with tons of marijuana and various drug mixes, it seems appropriate to consider the lexicon used as inadequate and heavily embarrassing to mock moments of weakness in which all too many people nowadays find themselves. It is always reiterated that actors, presenters, singers, and anyone else involved in that much-coveted circle, which is the world of entertainment, are nothing more than "common" people with only the advantage of having certain notoriety and therefore, as human beings, why is it not allowed for them to make mistakes? None of us knows the reasons for this breakdown and therefore we are not entitled to judge such behaviors, also being aware that this problem touches everyone a little, starting from adolescence, passing through youth, and then reaching the world of adults. But it is not my intention to dwell on this subject, so I return to my previous arguments.

The "hammer" of the review written by "Ilpazzo" repeatedly strikes on the fact that the 1990 album is "very boring." Faced with such an assertion, I cannot disagree since I myself am a passionate "fan" of Whitney. Without penalizing any of her tracks, because they all deserve worthy 10 and praise, I am resolutely convinced that each of them is capable of involving and transporting the feelings, emotions, and passions of those who listen; my astonishment arises from the fact that the one to deny such vocal prowess is someone who claims to be a lover of tender romantic ballads and melancholic songs and at this point I spontaneously ask myself why of such a claim if it then finds no concreteness in the listening of such passionate, and romantic pieces as those of Houston. Perhaps the thing, the only thing, that is devoid of contradictions and perhaps finds the highest manifestation of coherence from the critic is his signature: "Ilpazzo"? certainly? only a madman would be capable of scribbling similar idiocies so brashly, about a person who has had a huge triumph and who, despite the static nature of these last four years, has given us, and will always continue to do so, indescribable emotions that guide our strongest memories?

Lastly, I would ask to reconsider what was said so that we can realize how truly tangible the fragility of man is before incitements of various kinds and that a person cannot be judged solely by their mistakes because these are the ones that make us fall and the same ones that, once upright again, prevent us from stumbling again?

In conclusion, I refute what "Ilpazzo" said about the lack of sound involvement of the singer W. Houston, and assert that in my opinion she is one of the best and most excellent singers of our times?