And I’m pissed off as all get-out.
Remember the last time I wrote about Amy? When she did not want to perform, was clearly in no state to perform, but was pushed on the stage anyway? In case you forgot that, here’s the link to that post.
This is exactly what I was talking about. If someone doesn’t want to get into the spotlight, to force them into it can, and will, and as the case in point shows, does have dangerous consequences. Amy Winehouse had enough of being a performing puppet for her management, record label, and paparazzi. She turned to drugs to cope with the stress of life in the spotlight. She couldn’t keep up with the craziness of life in the spotlight. She had no time whatsoever to actually be herself, to write her music, and to enjoy some quiet time. And I cannot tell you just how utterly furious I am that her management, her agent, and her record label thought nothing of shoving her into the spotlight time and again, even though I am sure that they knew that she was spiraling downward. Nope, doesn’t matter that the person is, pretty much, slowly dying. What matters is that there’s some candid shots of her strung out to sell to the National Enquirer and similar fishwrap rags. Those shots, by the way, go for five figures each.
I will say it without hesitation: Amy Winehouse’s fame-profiteering backing team is responsible for her death.
When the hell did it come to the point where money made off someone’s image is somehow more important than that person’s life?!!! How many more Amy Winehouses will there be until the media revisits its lesson of letting some private things stay private? And moreover, why the hell dis the buyers and readers of the gossip rags and magazines ignore the obvious, painfully obvious warning signs that Amy needed help?
I’ll tell you why. They’re too busy having their gossip over dinner and drinks to think that they’re basically making light of someone’s very obvious pain.
Look, I’ve been around the music/entertainment world for a pretty short time, but it was enough for me to see the very glaring difference between the way a person behaves in public, and the way they behave in private. I cannot even tell you how much my music people value their time off the spotlight. This is why there are, maybe, two pictures of myself with an artist in existence, and I’m keeping them off the public eye: because they are people to me, first and always. They’re every bit as human and fault-filled as the rest of us. One guy can flirt it up in public, but in reality, be an extremely private individual. One girl can socialize with everyone, make like she recognizes them for X years ago, but retreat to her house with her husband, shut the door, and treasure that time at home like the world will end tomorrow. Because this is what keeps them human: the private moments, the “away from spotlight” moments, the “off the stage” moments. Life in the spotlight is not a life that’s easy to tolerate, and people in it need a break from it.
Amy didn’t get a break while she was alive. Hell, she didn’t even get to be seen as a person. She was the trained monkey for the stage, the paparazzi fodder for the sheeple who are too busy swallowing gossip to realize that they’re watching someone’s life unravel.
I hope that she will rest in peace. I really, truly do. And I also hope that the paparazzi and yellow-journalists of the fishwraps will pull their heads out of their arses long enough to show Amy the courtesy of respect in death that she didn’t get in life.
And already, I’ve seen multiple posts already that say, “Well, what do you expect?” Well, here’s a little food for thought for you guys: there is no one in the world who just wakes up and goes, “hey, I think I’ll go on a cocaine binge today!” Drugs and alcohol are an escape mechanism; not healthy, but that is what it is. No one had ever wondered what was going on in Amy’s mind that had led her down this path. Before you judge Amy as a drug addict, ask first what pain she was feeling that had led her there. Because for a person who is in pain, and that pain is powerful enough, sometimes there is no choice. And if you’ve not been there, then trust me, you don’t know what it feels like. That’s when you do anything in your power to escape your pain, and that is where the trouble begins.
Amy wanted nothing more than to escape. Instead, she died trying.
In Memoriam: Amy Winehouse.