Response to the Tears of Clive and The Hired Help
RE: THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER article of February 16 2012
La respuesta de Clive Davis me hace reir. Bingo. Like of course "I really loved you," Whitney. Um hm. Chaka Kahn didn't go to the party, did she? Now why is that? Because as Whitney's dear friend she felt it was out of order to celebrate. Let's not forget that a party is a party, and if you put on black for five minutes and then go back to your silver lame,that is still a party, not a funeral. So we are not played by this stinking rhetoric. Got me?
Let's now get clinical. Clinical Depression often leads to congestive heart failure. This means: laying in bed depressed like Amy Winehouse for days on end, tortured hours on end, and finally deciding that she could be immortal if she took a real vacation and left the world of users who thought her "illness" was a sham and "get on stage,girl...you can do it..."
leads to death by congestive heart failure which is also medically defined as "a broken heart." Broken by whom. Oh Daddy, it is not nice to be fundmentally incapable of being honest with yourself: that means you are a DOPEFIEND, and we don't like that, do we?
Valium? Ativan? PLEASE. An overdose of these drugs is a plea to be left alone. Permanently. "Please, I cannot sing now. Please leave me alone. I can no longer disgrace myself for a dime. Yes: THAT dime. The one that says,"I owe you, Daddy." Your dime.
Let's discuss clinical depression. It is a disease, just like congestive heart failure, or diabetes. It is a disease that is not discussed enough, and its medical treatment is often not taken seriously by those not affected. Old friends disappear and call a clinically depressed person a LOSER and WASHED-UP. And that certainly HELPS the clinically depressed person, doesn't it?
What friends now step up to the plate? FANS. Now we have reached the beginning of the end.
When you are laying in bed and cannot move, only a fan will get you food from the store. And other things.
And let's discuss the vocal cords and what might have happened to Whitney Houston and so many other singers. How about this scenario? Nervous breakdown from overwork on both recordings and live tours, tv appearances, radio appearances, interviews, and only your record company liason to comfort you --of course she is in bed with the big man
so her mercy is "okay,honey, we can drop the South Dakota interviews." Now lots of cortisone. Too much cortisone. Can't sleep with that, so lots of sleeping pills.
Then something real bad happens. One can be vocal cord damage, but just as bad is the following: The arytenoid cartilage (there are two) pull the vocal cords apart so the singer cannot phonate (make a sound). Healing can require vocal rest and sedatives for complete relaxation of this cartilage, which is currently out of alignment. In this way the vocal cords can come back together. Gentle vocal exercises are required, which systematically bring back the phonation. Slowly, methodically, and without stress and especially without GUILT.
The arytenoids are the glands in the aryepiglottic fold of the larynx. Singing is a science, and anyone in a gospel church or on an operatic stage will tell you that being a medium for the gods or a God, requires a supremely healthy instrument. And that if the god is only Clive Davis, you will not be able to sing. Because you will feel like a whore and the door will be closed to the Spirit.
Voice therapy is not the same as a show at Madison Square Garden or a venue like it, to "celebrate the return of the VOICE." That is called SADISM.
Voice therapy is called "believing in the artist, or love."
Pimping out the artist to big shows when she is shaking with terror--" Welcome back,Sucker...you owe me, bitch." is called EXPLOITATION.. Call it what it is,Daddy. This is Hollywood, so don't suddenly play all lovey-dovey. That's an oxymoron, moron.
Diamanda Galas
2/16/2012
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