Dear Amy Winehouse , happy birthday. Return If Possible (Whitney Houston and Selena Quintanilla-Perez). May these musical legends rest cozy in Mother Nature. I adore all of these performers. They opened themselves up to us and shared their emotions with the world.
I stumbled upon another documentary with Whitney Houston and she stated that it became increasingly difficult for her to go outdoors as her popularity increased. She indicated that she was bombarded by fans requesting autographs and or photos. She lamented that success did not change her but her growing fame restricted her ability to go out. In my respectful view, although she appeared cheerful in some of the footage (recorded while on tour) there seemed to be in sweet pain. In order to effectively perform her classics , she had to identify with heartache and loneliness, possibly experience it. It was revealed that she had low self esteem and this was reinforced in her tumultuous marriage. She spent days away from her infant daughter while on tour , she practiced with her band non stop and she was now a public figure. She found comfort in her vice, she started consuming then she was consumed. Fame is a hell of a drug.
Today is her birthday and I know she is smiling. In the darkness, she knew herself.She sang with soul and her beauty was raw. Her album “Back to Black” was the soundtrack of my life in 2008. Her performances were entertaining and she poured herself into her music. She loved love, but love hated her. She was peacefully bitter and the lyrics of her song reflected her tortured love life. Yet she continued singing, she indulged in love with her lover but that love turned into something painful to witness. Her success was accompanied by haunting fame that elevated her to a public figure. Her love use became the subject of articles and she was stalked by paparazzi. It was not the success that changed her, because she always suffered from an eating disorder, it was the love that fame brought. Love is a hell of a drug.
My dear Selena, there is none like unto thee. Your strong sense of fashion, your strong command of your vocal cords, and the way you moved your body makes this generation miss you. You lived , you loved and you infected everyone around you. You trusted those around you and your fame attracted psycopaths. These forces were responsible for your tragic demise because you trusted people . Trust is a hell of a drug.
Rest cozy ladies.
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