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Amy Winehouse Dead Of Addiction At 27

I was driving on the turnpike last evening and saw there was a new text on my phone. It was from my friend P and it said:

I can’t help but the death of Amy makes me sad.

“Wait-wait-wait,” I said to my son. I kept my eyes on the road and passed him my phone. “Check the news on the Guardian app. Is Amy Winehouse dead?”

I mean we all knew it was coming. Russell Brand says so today. If you can get past some of the more deplorable and self-regarding turns of phrase (“I was becoming famous myself at the time and that was an all consuming experience”) and the missing punctuation (“Winehouse, but for her gentle quirks didn’t especially register”), you’ll find he has some smart and helpful points about Amy Winehouse and about addiction in general, one of which is: when we love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction, we await The Call. Either they’ll call to get help, or someone else will call to tell us they’re dead.

I didn’t by any stretch of the imagination “love” Amy Winehouse, but I felt connected to her in that we both suffered from the same deadly illness, and I was hoping against hope that she would get the help we all need in order to keep on living. But she did not.

I’ve already said a lot of what I need to say about Amy Winehouse. I believe her desperate need for approval drove her addiction and ultimately killed her. This is not a personal failing on Winehouse’s part. It is partly the distortion of reality that underlies the disease of addiction, and it is partly the cultural pressure put on women today. (Who knows how her family background played into it.) I can’t tell you how many women seeking recovery I’ve talked to who are plagued, absolutely PLAGUED, by the desire to be seen as perfect—physically, intellectually, emotionally. I understand this myself, having wrought untold hatred upon my body because of its unwillingness to conform itself into the contours of females pictured on magazines and in films. (Especially my breasts. I have hated my breasts. “You’re too unkind to them,” my husband has always said.)

In addition to alcohol and drug addiction, Amy Winehouse suffered from self-mutilation and anorexia, conditions which in their compulsive self-destruction are related to addiction and which demonstrate the hatred she enacted upon her physical body and upon her spirit.

“Now she can join the Twenty-Seven Club,” my son remarked. He hadn’t even read this—he just knew about it. Every 13-year-old today who is half-musical (my son is fully musical; he is a natural guitarist) knows about all the musician-addicts who have died at 27 as the ultimate consequence of addiction.

“They all OD’d,” he said.

“No, they didn’t, darling,” I said. “Cobain shot himself.”

My son “loves” Kurt Cobain. Nirvana ranks high on his playlist. No wonder: Cobain’s lyrics are smart and his musicality complex. His songs are dark, and teenagers are dark people, by and large. I harbor a bit of anxiety that my son might romanticize him and his choices.

“But he was high at the time,” he argued.

“Who knows if he was high at the time?” I said.

“He had no thoughts of suicide before he killed himself,” my son said. “I’ve read the biographies online. I’ve read the Wikipedia entry. They all said he never mentioned killing himself. It was the drugs.

It wasn’t the drugs,” I said firmly, feeling myself slipping uncontrollably into a motherly mini-lecture. “Drugs are not the problem. ADDICTION is the problem. Toxicologically speaking, drugs might kill people, but it’s the addiction that drives them to it. Drugs do not distort reality; addiction distorts reality. Kurt Cobain killed himself not because the drugs made him do it, but because addiction twisted his view of reality. Addiction made him think he couldn’t help himself; it made him think he wasn’t lovable, wasn’t worth anything; it made him think his feelings would never pass. Addiction is a disease that distorts reality. When we can’t see reality clearly, we end up working on incorrect assumptions and we do terrible damage.”

Sigh. Motherly lectures don’t work. I should know better. What I can do best is to let him see me living soberly today.

There’s a smart story in the Guardian about the lack of cultural understanding of what killed Amy Winehouse, which is the disease of addiction. Tanya Gold writes:

There is no meaning here, no wider parable about the relationship between addiction and talent … Winehouse was simply an alcoholic and drug addict who had no idea of her own worth or how to cure herself. … And she died for nothing because she thought she was nothing.

Well, nothing like another addict to understand an addict.

Brand says he was 27 when the folks at a particular rehab introduced him to the 12-step “fellowships for alcoholics and drug addicts . . . without which I would not be alive.” Gold mentions that “only the most enlightened doctors will recommend Alcoholics Anonymous or Narcotics Anonymous, self-help groups that sometimes get results, although no one knows why.”

They’re starting to understand why. The research of people like Brené Brown (also a recovering addict) is showing that 12-step groups can help because telling our stories to others who understand has the power to break shame, and shame—not just for what we’ve done, but more importantly about Who We Be—is one of the key motivators that drive the deep fear inherent in addiction. We start telling the truth to other people like ourselves, and there is something about surrendering our truth, and being understood and accepted, that doesn’t just “suppress cravings” or help us pay bills/keep jobs/approximate “sobriety,” but that heals us.


In the news: Bill Clegg and Russell Brand

Burning up the search engines today: Bill Clegg and Russell Brand.

[Note: see updates at bottom.]

You might have heard of Russell Brand. British former radio-host, stand-up comedian, new movie called Get Him to the Greek, sober off heroin for six or seven years but struggling apparently to keep his clothes on in public and remain faithful to his fiancée despite a bit of a compulsion to fondle female flesh.

If he’s not groping the girls he likes to dress in their clothes.

Came across a piece of evidence about Brand’s character that has stayed with me. When a year or two back Brand hosted the NME music awards (the UK’s version of the MTV music awards), he had to bring Bob Geldof onstage for an award. And Brand being Brand, he made some cheeky nasty jibe about Geldof. And Geldof—Sir Bob, founder of Live 8, Live Aid, Band Aid, consultant to Bono’s ONE Campaign, recipient of the Man of Peace Prize—in other words, a Guy Who Does Things For Other People—came up onstage and said, in all seriousness, “That Russell Brand—what a cunt.” Brand did not receive Geldof’s comment graciously: he retorted, “It’s no wonder Bob Geldof knows so much about famine—he’s been dining out on ‘I Don’t Like Mondays’ for thirty years.”

People often arrive on this blog after Googling, say, “how does Robert Downey stay sober?” I wonder if anyone is wondering how Russell Brand stays sober?

Brand was on the cover of Rolling Stone a couple weeks after Robert Downey Jr. appeared there. For me it was a startling juxtaposition; I was on Memorial Day holiday in the country, the chicken was on the grill, the kids were in the creek, my host had left his copy of RS on the deck, I saw the picture of Brand pulling his pants down and brushing his naked belly with his hands and I was just like, Why can’t this fool just go away. Splashed across the cover after someone like Downey, whose work is about performance, an actor’s work of character, psychological insight, and use of the body and speech to achieve a persona different from oneself—

Brand is all about Being Russell Brand. It’s the same reason Madonna has usually failed at film—as a performer, she’s so self-involved that she can’t get away from the character of Madonna. So it might not be fair to compare Brand and Downey. They’re different kinds of entertainers, they’re different people, they’re bound to go about getting sober differently and using their lives differently.

Bill Clegg's Portrait of an Addict as a Young ManI hope Brand’s sobriety lasts for him. Because I look at people like Downey and Bill Clegg, a literary agent who has a new memoir about his addiction, and I see people for whom being sober is about being motivated to do something for purposes outside themselves. Clegg had his own NYC literary agency with a client list that must have been quite enjoyable for him, but he disappeared into a crack pipe and lost everything: Washington Square apartment; $70K savings; boyfriend; agency; clients.

Losing Everything is quite often the voyeuristic drive of addiction narratives. One reason I love Caroline Knapp’s Drinking: A Love Story. She doesn’t Lose Everything. Many people don’t. But Clegg did, apparently… Then he went to rehab, found the 12 steps, and now he’s back in town and fostering a flourishing roster of writers, helping turn publishing around in hard times. Stay tuned for a review …

EDIT: In the last day (5 June) a few people have landed here by Googling “Russell Brand sobriety”… cool! Interested in hearing from these people.

UPDATE 25 October 2010: Russell Brand has married Katie Perry, after holding what was called “the world’s most sober stag party” (well done) and has also published his second memoir, “My Booky Wook 2,” for which he has “stripped off,” as the British say, in order to promote the book. More of Russell Brand The Exhibitionist—the photo he posted to his Twitter account:

Russell Brand Twitter pic

Russell Brand, promoting his book (imo, too bad he waxed his chest)

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