Those weaned on Mariah Carey should feel emancipated by her return to form -- and her escape from Whitney's sad fate.
Before I moved to New York City in 1997 and gave up my car, I was one of those people who cherished commercial radio. My high school years were spent chauffeuring friends around in my Chevy Blazer, compulsively changing the dial between Baltimore’s pop station B104 and Washington’s unmatched alternative channel, 99.1 WHFS. In college, even as DJs were formatted out of existence, I tuned in to the Albany rock channels in that same trusty truck whenever our campus station got too earnest or obscure (which was often). I was always a sucker for the hits — my last year with the radio left me indelibly marked by the Wallflowers’ “One Headlight” and Third Eye Blind’s “Semi-Charmed Life” — even as I mail-ordered records from Teenbeat, Simple Machines and other tiny labels. To my friends I was a walking contradiction, a devotee to manufactured pop and indie rock in equal measure. And, to quote Whitney Houston, they didn’t even know about my greatest love of all: Mariah Carey.
I haven’t stayed in great touch with Mariah — like I said, I pretty much stopped listening to commercial radio eight years ago — but the memory of her from the early ’90s has haunted the entire decade that has made up my 20s. As a teenager I spent countless afternoons after school, alone in my parents’ living room, belting out “Vision of Love” as the video played on VH1. (As a little, little girl riding in the “way-back” of my parents’ station wagon, I dreamt of being discovered by a radio executive because I knew every word to every song in the top 10 of Casey Kasem’s weekly top 40. As a 16-year-old with a decent voice, I subconsciously believed that hollering along to “Vision of Love” was going to get me somewhere — if not a record contract, then a boyfriend enchanted by my somewhat agile voice.) “Someday,” Mariah’s incredibly upbeat revenge hit that played on B104 at least once every hour of my junior year of high school, summed up my teenage angst and anger better than any Cure song could. And “Love Takes Time” — has any breakup ballad ever put it better?
Around then, my true loves were probably Jane’s Addiction, New Order and the Beastie Boys’ “Check Your Head.” But Mariah, she got to me. “But the catsuit!” exclaims a friend, recalling her outfit in the “Vision of Love” video. OK, sure. But compared with other manufactured divas of that era, Mariah was the real deal. She wrote her own songs! She could really, really sing!
For most of the late ’90s, I watched from afar as Mariah coasted along, putting out more and more ballads and, eventually, a collection of greatest hits. Her outfits got worse and worse but, I must admit, I loved seeing her defiantly busting out of her clothes all the time on billboards around downtown. (Mariah is no Kate Moss.) However, when she suffered a very public breakdown in 2001, following her disastrous screen debut in “Glitter” and the tanking of the film’s ’80s-throwback soundtrack, I quickly snapped to, and rushed back to her side.
The press (and most of the public, it seemed) didn’t have much sympathy for Mariah. I understood why. The year before, she had signed a record-setting $80 million, five-year contract with Virgin records. (The deal was later dissolved.) She had been the bestselling female performer of the 1990s, with 13 No.1 singles and more weeks spent at the top of the Hot 100 singles chart than any other artist in history. She was famous and beautiful; she was, obviously, rich; she dated Yankees shortstop cutie Derek Jeter. It was easy to think that 2001 had brought Mariah’s day of reckoning: a 10-year run was enough; it was her turn to crash and burn and fade. Months later, when she finally spoke about the breakdown, she attributed her bizarre behavior — performing an impromptu striptease on MTV, writing rambling, suicidal messages on her Web site — to exhaustion. But it was fair to wonder, as many people did: Can someone as wealthy and successful as Mariah Carey really be more exhausted than your average fan?
I caught Mariah on “Oprah” doing damage control post-breakdown, around the time that her rebound record “Charmbracelet” came out. I was with Oprah: I felt sorry for the girl. On the show, she was surprisingly articulate and credible; when she described shuttling back and forth between L.A. and New York while making “Glitter” — and suffering from insomnia to boot — her breakdown seemed inevitable. Poor Mariah, I thought, spending all those nights in the studio and on red-eye flights. As she sang her inspirational hymn “Through the Rain,” and explained that it was all about her personal struggle to keep going, to survive, I teared up a little. She’s just a hard-working woman with a dream, I thought. She gives so much money to the Fresh Air Fund that they named an entire campsite after her. She doesn’t have a husband and spends most of her time with her mom. Why do people so love to hate her?
“Charmbracelet,” unfortunately, was a throwaway — a record rushed into production with the hopes that it would erase “Glitter” and the breakdown from minds of her fans. It bombed (though not quite as badly as “Glitter”) and, in its wake, things continued to look grim for Mariah’s future. So news earlier this year of a second comeback, one saddled with the improbable title “The Emancipation of Mimi” (after a nickname used by those closest to Mariah), was greeted with a groan by many, including me. A few weeks ago, when “Mimi” was hitting the stores, I held my breath and said a little prayer for Mariah, expecting the worst. And when the record debuted at No. 1, I quickly exhaled. The songstress of redemption and healing had done it. As she hopefully sang a few years ago, she “made it through the rain.” Mariah was back on top.
“Mimi” had a very strong first week of sales, moving 404,000 copies, and it’s currently sitting at No. 2 (behind the Boss) as it approaches its first million sold. The critics, by and large, are liking it (and I am, too). The first single, “It’s Like That,” didn’t get too far up the charts, maybe because the song is a fun but bland hip-hop throwaway that could have been sung by anyone. Indeed, Mariah’s voice here, and on a few other tracks, is barely recognizable as her own. The second single, a slow jam called “We Belong Together” that cuts a bit closer to the classic Mariah mold, is faring better, hanging in at No. 7 on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart.
“Mimi” makes it clear that Mariah’s voice is not what it used to be. The record holds a few signature Mariah flourishes, but mostly the diva is subdued here, playing it safe by avoiding the highest of her five octaves and staying within a tighter vocal range. It’s a little mean to say, but I honestly cringe at the thought of the woman on “Mimi” attempting the feats Mariah pulled off on songs like her 1992 MTV Unplugged cover of the Jackson 5′s “I’ll be There,” or the triumphant pop love song “Emotions.” As she ages, perhaps this is the formula for success. At 35, less of Mariah is actually more. It’s a sad fact of aging, but I’m very grateful she and her smart producers (including Jermaine Dupri and the Neptunes) recognized it.
I’m impressed. Just a year ago it looked as though Mariah was destined to be the next Whitney Houston. Remember her? Mariah’s soul sister, with her ex-star husband and her drug problems? Thanks to the tabloids and 10 o’clock news, an entire generation knows Whitney as a supposed crack addict instead of the girl in the tank dress singing into the telephone “How will I know if he really loves me?” or the poised young woman who covered millions with goose bumps when she covered Dolly Parton’s “I Will Always Love You” for her movie “The Bodyguard,” which seemed destined to make her a major movie star. Although she’s got an active contract with Arista and put out a full-length record in the late ’90s — one that garnered modest critical and commercial success — it seems unlikely that she’ll ever reclaim her former glory. Should she even try? The public is unforgiving; to most of us, Whitney Houston seems like a lost cause.
Mariah, on the other hand, appears to have been found, yet again. Scoff as you like at the title of her new record, but Mimi has indeed been emancipated. And I, for one, am delighted.
More Related Stories
- Burt Bacharach opens up on daughter's suicide
- Steven Spielberg to produce "Halo" television series
- Amazon set to launch fine-art gallery
- Twitter torches Dan Brown's "Inferno"
- Brad Pitt keeps breaking his silence on how boring marriage to Jennifer Aniston was
- Lars von Trier's "Nymphomaniac" to use porn star body doubles
- New Beyoncé single leaked
- The sweet, sure to be short-lived "The Goodwin Games"
- Damon Lindelof admits barely-clothed scene in "Star Trek" was "gratuitous"
- Justin Timberlake: I'm a mediocre folk singer!
- Ray Manzarek, founding member of The Doors, dies at 74
- Beware of book blurbs
- Did a Salon excerpt ruin Penn Jillette's chance to win "Celebrity Apprentice"?
- Zach Galifianakis to take formerly homeless woman to "Hangover 3" premiere
- Seth MacFarlane will not host Oscars again
- "SNL's" uncomfortable Garner/Affleck moment
- "Celebrity Apprentice" finale ratings hit a new low
- Worst National Anthem fails
- The truth in Kanye's anti-prison rap
- Stephen Colbert to UVA: "You must always make the path for yourself"
- "Game of Thrones," season 3, episode 8: A salon
Featured Slide Shows
The week in 10 picsclose X
- 1 of 11
Lisa Montgomery embraces her nephew Thursday after a tornado tore apart her home in Cleburne, Texas. The twister killed six people and destroyed entire swaths of the North Texas town.
Credit: AP/LM Otero
Jack McMahon, the defense attorney for abortion doctor Kermit Gosnell, speaks outside the Criminal Justice Center in Philadelphia Tuesday. His client was convicted of killing three babies in his clinic, and will serve multiple life sentences.
Credit: AP/Matt Rourke
A photo taken Monday captures Vice President Joe Biden's response to a Milwaukee second-grader's innovative proposal to end America's epidemic of gun violence. This guy!
Credit: AP/Jenny Aicher
Sen. Rand Paul, R-Ky., flanked by a grouper-eyed Michele Bachmann, addresses the IRS' admission that it targeted Tea Party groups in advance of the 2012 election. In an op-ed for CNN Thursday, the Kentucky senator slammed the president for his faux outrage.
Credit: AP/Molly Riley
Ousted IRS chief Steven Miller is sworn in on Capitol Hill Friday. Miller testified before the House Ways and Means Committee on the extra scrutiny the agency gave conservative groups applying for tax-exempt status.
Credit: AP/J. Scott Applewhite
Attorney General Eric Holder pauses as he testifies on Capitol Hill before the House Judiciary Committee Wednesday. Holder is under fire, among other things, for the Justice Department's gathering of phone records at the Associated Press.
Credit: AP/Carolyn Kaster
O.J. Simpson sits during an evidentiary hearing at Clark County District Court in Las Vegas, Nev., Thursday. Simpson, who is currently serving a nine-to-33-year sentence in state prison for armed robbery and kidnapping, is using a writ of habeas corpus to seek a new trial.
Credit: AP/Las Vegas Review-Journal/Jeff Scheid
Major Tom to ground control: On Sunday astronaut Chris Hadfield recorded the first music video from space, a cover of David Bowie's "Space Oddity."
Credit: AP/NASA/Chris Hadfield
When it rains it pours. President Barack Obama speaks during a news conference Thursday with Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan, inexplicably inspiring an #umbrellagate Twitter meme.
Credit: AP/Jacquelyn Martin
A smoke plume rises high above a road block at the intersection of County A and Ross Road east of Solon Springs, Wis., Tuesday. No injuries were reported, but the the wildfire caused evacuations across northwestern Wisconsin.
Credit: AP/The Duluth News-Tribune/Clint Austin
Recent Slide Shows
- 1 of 11