Showing posts with label Amy Winehouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amy Winehouse. Show all posts

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Grief - Share in it, Understand It but don't Shame it



I was going to save this post for a blog on what Twitter has taught me the last two years. But I guess it's time, considering that people think there's an appropriate way to grieve or that people should grieve for big situations. 

Over the last two years, I've seen people pooh-pooh others when they express their condolences over a deceased celebrity. They question why do we go nuts over a celebrity when there's other problems in the world. The latest case is Amy Winehouse's recent death coming after the senseless tragedy in Norway where 93 were murdered by a sick soul. 

While I do think people's priorities are skewed, I don't think its fair to tell rational folks they shouldn't feel sorry for a celebrity dying. I've railed against the cult of personality before but I don't think [for the most part] death matters in this case. Somebody causing their death is less sympathetic than someone losing it due to someone but sympathetic nonetheless.

I can't imagine the pain that Norway is going through. A country of love and a strong sense of community where homicides are rare is now shaken beyond its core. Deaths of children always hit me hard because children aren't supposed to be victims. It's important to share in their grief because it's not just another tragedy to them. And the stories coming out are just heartbreaking



The LA Times has a Homicide blog on their page. I don't read it often because it is depressing. I live in a city where murder rates from 20-25 years in diff. areas still haunt how people view it. But I don't read about every single death because it numbs you to how sad it is. Let me share a personal experience on this matter.

When my uncle passed away two years ago, I sent a casual tweet sharing the news to my then-small circle of followers. I was crushed and as my family helped each other thrive, I was encouraged by folks who sent their best wishes to me. They barely knew me and I barely knew them. Yet they were courteous enough to send comfort despite never meeting my uncle. 

I don't think it's impossible to feel sad over somebody dying and at the same time feeling sad over larger-scale tragedies. I use that in quotes because suffering saddens me. Death saddens me. I don't feel remorse over proven killers being executed but I am sad their lives were wasted on evil instead of good. Nor do I judge people for feeling more sorry over one than the other because I don't know their reasoning (caveat to come later).



If we sit back and weigh which suffering was worse, we trivialize someone's pain. I've seen this with slavery, the Holocaust and the extermination of indigenous people. All three were terrible and had long-lasting effects on those communities. We should find common bonds in our pain instead of debate who had it worse, which should only be used when we try to dismiss someone's pain.

On the world scale, celebrity deaths aren't as important as the U.S. government discussing the debt ceiling, Japan recovering from the earthquake/nuclear reactors or other national/international issues. But in that sense, neither are private, unknown deaths that affect a few people. By the logic, my uncle's passing (and for that matter, my father's passing) shouldn't be grieved because somewhere somebody else lost their uncle or father or somebody lost their whole family.

When Michael Jackson passed away, the internet shut down. Scores of people turned out in droves to his house, his star in Hollywood and grieved around the world. I grieved for Aaliyah the same way 10 years ago and I felt sad when Guru from Gang Starr or other have passed. For some folks, there's a greater outpouring just because of who they are and it's not spitting on regular folks who passed. 



I had to cover my share of deaths during my newspaper days. I cried watching the reports of Jamiel Shaw (above), meeting his parents and covering several tributes to him. A year later, I attended the funeral of another athlete I had seen play who was gunned down. Even though those weren't the only two athletes gunned down that year, those two touched me deeply. Is it wrong that I cried over those than others? Not at all. 

I know that's extreme but it shows how dangerous that argument is. There is nothing wrong with feeling sorry for multiple events with the same (or different, depending on personal relation) emotion. You can't tell people how or what to grieve for. All you can do is make them aware and if the tragedy doesn't touch them personally, they aren't bad people. 

Grief is a strange monster. We don't know when it strikes and we can't judge those when it does. After the shock of my Dad's passing and the funeral, I didn't cry any more for months and I had a hard time knowing how to tell people what happened. I wasn't mad if people didn't feel my pain. 3 years later, some people walked the graduation stage with joy and glee. I left the stage in tears. Who was more right? Nobody because our thought processes were unique and deservedly so.



On a bigger scale, 9/11 hit us all hard. It hit some people harder because they had a personal connection to it. Some of us in California, however, grieved hard at first but not as much later because we didn't know anybody who died. Yet it's still a terrible tragedy that we feel sorry for. It just hits people differently and that's okay. Who are we to say that's wrong as long as we sympathize. 

Now I'll agree that some people react to famous deaths too seriously. Those folks use hyperbole and worship the cult of personality so much they have a warped view of the outside world. Those aren't the folks I'm defending because they're a whole different type. But most reasonable folks who are well-read, this is who I'm writing about. 

It's okay to feel sad about Amy Winehouse's self-destruction and the loss of her music. It's okay to feel sorry about both her and the Norwegian tragedy, something on epic proportions relatively speaking. Death is the end for somebody. Grieving for one doesn't always mean you aren't grieving for the other. I've done so for the famous as well as the not-so-famous and the sadness was different but still no less tragic.



For those of us who aren't family, it's important not to shame sending of condolences but try to understand it instead of saying what they should be grieving about. Some of us are just sensitive to death and sadness. Musicians, actors and artists make art that touches us so naturally their death will mean something. It doesn't mean we don't care about the Somalian famine or other terrible things right now. 

Be sadder if folks aren't aware and stuff is being unreported but don't be sad if folks are sad about something that they think is worth grief. 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Amy Winehouse - A Brilliant but Troubled Comet



I won't attempt to overstate the terrible loss of Amy Winehouse's death. I also won't lie and say that I didn't see it coming and for that, I'm saddened because that's what happens when you see somebody who inspires awe and pity at the same time.

When we saw her rise in 2007, the first thing I realized was she had demons. She had a gift of a voice but she was as troubled as any singer I had seen. Young, gifted and cracked out. You had to convince me hard we were the same age cause she looked 10 years older. Then when I saw older pictures of her? I wanted to cry at how nice she looked then.

I still remember reading Okayplayer and seeing ?uestlove rave about Amy's music and comparing her album to Lauryn Hill at her best. I didn't really go crazy over "You Know I'm No Good" except for the jazzy sound and raw voice. I didn't think Amy blew me away but it was nice in the same way that Joss Stone was nice to my ears. Just good, genuine soul.



Her music was great but her drug addiction made me feel sorry for her as a person. I'm sick of seeing celebrities and regular folks fall victim to it and hurting others while they hurt themselves. That's what bothered me about Amy - I didn't see the hope. The only time I saw her look decent was at the 2007 Grammys where she performed via video and even that was shaky.

Of course, there's no more ironic song for a breakout hit than "Rehab", the pop hit for the woman with an ironic name. It's a shame because that song will define who she was and her rebellious, live-fast nature. I'm sad for how drugs ruined a young healthy woman and turned her into a tragic star who would never live up to her potential. That song seemed like a kiss-off but if you hear it now, there's nothing but sadness. 

Amy needed help and had few around her to help until it was too late (Props to Kelly Osborne and Amy's dad for trying). She contributed to her demise for sure, as did her poor excuse for a husband. But self-destruction is often the worst cause of death. Even worse when it's played out before our eyes because you see it coming and can't stop the train barreling toward them. I just stopped watching cause it's a broken record you can't support.

She was a sad but brilliant comet. Her last show was a warbled mess that I tried to watch just now but couldn't. Nothing changed besides her boob job and trying to keep up with her band. Even now, I still didn't see hope in her.



She was in too deep and five years after Back to Black, her legacy will no likely be similar to (but not as great as) the other members of the 27 club - Jimi, Janis, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain. I'm not going to hail her as one of the best singers of all time or a legend cause one great album can't do that. But let me tell you what she had.

She had a raw voice that made you feel her emotion. But her sound had a bigger impact. Mark Ronson and Salaam Remi brought that old-school, big-band, jazzy vibe back and it's impacted quite a few British vocalists and others. I loved the sound of her music and hearing it later on Nas' "Fried Chicken" (produced by Ronson) or Christina Aguilera's jazzy 3rd album showed that was the biggest influence of her career.

The biggest tragedy of Amy's death is that we watched the end of a gift self-destruct and we knew it was coming. It's a shame we'll never see her healed but I pray she's finally at peace. I leave with my favorite song of hers.