So, Clive Davis write a book and the big part of the book getting press is his continuing feud with Kelly Clarkson for not doing exactly what he says when he says it. Making less noise, though, is Davis’ admission that he is bisexual, and has been in a homosexual relationship for the last seven years or so. Davis, who is twice divorced, with three sons, a daughter and six grandchildren, acknowledges that his orientation is "something that my children and close friends have always known, but that I knew I would need to discuss in a biography.” Also making less noise is Davis’ relationship with Whitney Houston, whom, he says, he discovered. If, of course, by discover, he means, something sent him a demo and he signed her to his label, and not ‘discover’ like I was walking down a street and heard a woman singing and signed her to a deal. One issue about Davis—who also plays up the gossip that he was like a surrogate father to Houston—is his story of being in the audience the night Whitney—cracked out and looking dangerously thin—performed at a Michael Jackson tribute concert. His baby, his surrogate daughter, his meal ticket, looked like death warmed over so much so that producers of the TV show used CGI to actually beef Whitney up. So, did Davis run backstage and tell her to get her act together? Did he demand she go into rehab or be dropped from the label? Did he try in any way shape or form to parent his ‘child’? No, he wrote her a letter that said he was worried about her; he doesn’t even know if she ever got it. We all need a father like that, eh? |
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