7.06.2006

A Diva for All Time

This is a tribute piece that I did for Phyllis Hyman two years ago during Women's History Month. I thought it would be fitting to reprint it, on this, the 57th anniversary of Hyman's birth.


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Remembering Phyllis Hyman
by Mark Anthony Neal

"She's more important than her music — if they must be separated — and they should be separated when she has to pass out before anyone recognizes she needs a rest and i say i need aretha's music"Nikki Giovanni.


When Nikki Giovanni wrote "A Poem for Aretha" it was as much a cautionary tale as a celebration of Aretha Franklin's groundbreaking talents. She wrote it during what was arguably the height of Franklin's popularity — a moment that established her as the most popular black female entertainer ever. And it was that immense popularity that most concerned Giovanni, as she wondered aloud whether or not Franklin would ultimately visit the same fate as so many other black women entertainers before her. Names like Billie Holiday, Dinah Washington and Esther Phillips (who was no doubt dying a slow death when Giovanni's poem was first published) are more than footnotes to black musical genius; they are constant reminders of the travails and dangers that black women face in an industry that seemingly cares little for them and has always seemed to place more value in their sexuality than their talent. One can only wonder if Phyllis Hyman had ever read Giovanni's poem before she took her own life in June of 1995. Though Hyman never achieved the popular success Franklin did, she still stands as a diva among divas.

Living All Alone gave audiences a small glimpse of the feelings of loneliness and depression that had begun to engulf her. Born in Philadelphia and raised in Pittsburgh, as a teen Hyman didn't think herself much a singer. As she told Jacquelyn Powell in a 1981 profile, "I didn't know I could sing… Not like Nancy Wilson, or Dionne Warwick." But pianist Dick Morgan thought different, and after hearing Hyman sing at local clubs in Pittsburgh in the early '70s, asked her to tour with his band. It was while Hyman was doing regular gigs in New York City at Rust Brown's and Mikell's in 1975 that bandleader and producer Norman Connors first heard her. A year later he tapped her to sing the lead in his version of the Stylistics' classic "Betcha by, Golly Wow." Nearly 30 years after its release, it remains one of Hyman's most memorable performances.

Hyman initially signed as a solo artist with Buddah Records, which had difficulty finding the right material to make her the crossover star they wanted her to be. Though Hyman would have minor success singing mainstream R&B and disco, as witnessed on tracks like "You Know How to Love Me" (1979) and "Can't We Fall in Love Again," recorded with former Miles Davis sideman Michael Henderson in 1981 (the duo was first paired together on Connor's "You Are My Starship" in 1976), she was more at home within the jazz and pop-jazz idioms. Though she didn't sell many records during her two-album stint at Buddah, Phyllis Hyman (1977) and Somewhere in My Lifetime (1978) remain a testament to her link to some of the great torch singers, such as Nancy Wilson and Abbey Lincoln. Hyman was eventually given the chance to fully shine within the jazz tradition when she accepted a role in the Broadway production Sophisticated Ladies, a revue of Duke Ellington's music in which she sang Ellington classics such as "Prelude to A Kiss," "I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good" and a stirring, heart-wrenching rendition of "In a Sentimental Mood."

Hyman received a Tony Award nomination in 1981 for her work in Sophisticated Ladies but Arista, her label at the time, failed to capitalize on her new found mainstream popularity, instead trying to re-capture the dance-floor magic of "You Know How to Love Me," her first "hit" for the label. The awful "Riding the Tiger" from her 1983 recording Goddess of Love is an example of these efforts, though the song did help introduce Hyman's music to gay audiences, who reportedly embraced the song as a favorite at drag performances in the mid-'80s. Hyman would finally find a label receptive to her unique talents in Gamble and Huff's Philadelphia International Records (PIR).

Living All Alone (1987) powerfully captured the full range of Hyman's vocal gifts, but it also gave her audiences a small glimpse of the feelings of loneliness and depression that had begun to engulf her. As her friend and manager Glenda Gracia told writer Esther Iverem, Hyman was "uncovering the riddles of stuff in her life…sometimes when you start that process, the demons that you confront may have more for you than you might have thought you would find." Part of the process for Hyman was dealing with very real feelings of loss after the death of her friend, songwriter Linda Creed, the long-time writing partner of Thom Bell (the duo penned "Betcha By Golly Wow" among other classics). Creed's "Old Friend," which appears on Living All Alone, was one of the last songs she wrote before her death.

Four years later Hyman returned with Prime of My Life (1991), which proved to be the most mature recording of her career as well as the last released during her lifetime. Tracks like "Meet Me on The Moon" and "When I Give My Love (This Time)" exhibit what producer Barry Eastmond refers to as "Phyllisisms." The record also contained her only chart-topping R&B hit, "Don't Wanna Change the World," which ironically was a throwback to her dance-diva days, complete with her first rap performance. Though the title of the album suggested that the then 42-year-old Hyman was at peace with her life and career, "Living in Confusion," a track she co-wrote with Kenneth Gamble and Terry Burrus, suggested a deeper darker reality. In the song's chorus Hyman sang, "seems like I'm always going through changes/Living in confusion…" Things took an even darker turn when Hyman's mother and grandmother died within a month of each other in 1993.

Hyman was working on what would be her last recording, ironically titled I Refuse to Be Lonely when she chose to take her own life on June 30, 1995, leaving behind a note that stated simply "I'm tired. I'm tired." When I Refuse to Be Lonely was released in November of 1995, it became one of Hyman's fastest selling recordings. According to Esther Iverem, so much of the recording was supposed to be about how Hyman "claws back from the brink, back from the place where she fought depression, loneliness, alcoholism, obesity and a consuming anger at lesser voices enjoying more commercial success."

Hyman's depression is telling in that the male-centered recording industry has rarely dealt with how gender impacts how artists are perceived, or with the way various artists choose to deal with the pressures of celebrity and the constant need to please fans, producers and A&R folk. Women artists are also forced to conform to some perceived notion of beauty. More than six feet tall, Hyman also battled her weight, often ballooning close to 300 pounds. Though folks remember Dinah Washington dying of a drug overdose, few remember that she overdosed on diet pills — an addiction directly related to her feelings that her body wasn't the right size. More often than not, women in the industry who struggle with these issues are described as "difficult," as was the case with Hyman, or even Mary J. Blige during earlier moments in her career. While these women may indeed have been "difficult," folks in the industry rarely ask why, or more specifically, how their experiences in a decidedly patriarchal and often sexist industry may have informed their personalities.

And it's not just women in the entertainment industry. As Iverem wrote in a 1996 Essence feature on Hyman's death, her passing "offers a particularly poignant example of the private struggles that many talented, intelligent black women face." Many women face this reality with a resolve that suggests that such darkness is in fact inevitable. In her book If You Can't Be Free, Be a Mystery: In Search of Billie Holliday scholar Farah Jasmine Griffin reflects on an interview Mary J. Blige did with Dream Hampton in 1997, where the "Queen of Hip Hop Soul" responds to the invocation of Billie Holiday with the quip "Dead. Like Phyllis Hyman. Dead." According to Griffin, for a young woman like Blige, the lives of Hyman and Holiday are only a reminder of "Death. Pain. Sadness."

In the end we are only left with the music of Phyllis Hyman. Though the recently released Ultimate Phyllis Hyman is a good introduction to her music, fans might want to instead take a look at The Legacy of Phyllis Hyman, which was released in 1996. For those desiring to hear Hyman at her most exquisite, it might be worth the effort to track down a copy of Pharaoh Sanders's obscure Love Will Find a Way (1978), on which Hyman sings the gems "As You Are" and "Love is Here." As Roberta Flack told mourners at a memorial service for Hyman, "God is a spirit, music is spiritual so every time you hear Phyllis sing she lives."

(first published in 2004)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

...Beautiful. My name is JT....This answered alot of questions I had about the beloved Ms Hyman. The news of her passing hit my sisters hard. One of my sister called me from Virginia crying, telling me about the news on that Saturday morning (July 1, 1995). I shed tears for her (Phyillis), thinking of her as a simple human being without all the lights and the glamour, wondering if I were a friend of hers, would it have made a difference. I'm the kinda brutha that would not have turn my back and let her suffer like that. I would have tried. I would have tried...my best...Ironically, my older sister, often asking about Phyllis Hyman, and how she died, passed away (02) too and to this day we (the family) aren't convinced it wasn't suicide. Mom said after that, she noticed every single pill in the house was gone (the day after my sister was found) on the couch "sleep". Her youngest little daughter (2yrs old) was on top of her, head laying side ways on her chest, just holding her mom around her waist with her eyes wide when mom discoved her. It was chaotic and mom daid she tried for a long time to wake her up, but she noticed her hand was cold and then she screamed and lost it. The poleice would not let me come near her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to kiss her. They would let me...I knew she was not happy with the way her life had turned out. We all tried to help her, but we didn't know what else to do. People at church didn't help (as we tried in vain to get help). Mom took her to the doctor about the problem, but in essence mom said they could do nothing without insurance (Virginia). My sister was usually beautiful as a child and as na adult. She was the star of the story, but she said she didn't feel that way. In 97, my big sister asked me to take her to Seattle to pick up her children because their father refused to turn them home for the summer. I gave up a job paying $27 per hour and my place in that process. I loved her blind. We left Norfolk and headed west going through Chicago and Milwaukee, talking most of the way. We went but the judge (The father and his mother challenged us)...decided to it would be best for them to remain in school and then they'd be returned by the next summer. I remember all the way there and back, I thought I had "sold her on LIFE". I thought I had inspired her. That is the reason why I gave so much. It seemed like a difference was made from the very long heart-to-hearts we had during that trip....But she's gone now and I haven't grieved her yet. None of us have. She had 5 children and a history of abusive men in her life. I physically fought one of them in her defence, as he tried to stab me in front of her, the children and my mom... Let me end it by saying...we knew all of Phyllis Hyman's song, but never the reason of how such a pinnacle part of our young developing emotional lives could be in real life, so unhappy, and then gone, suddenly. Maybe my sister related to the pain and .....I don't wanna say the rest.......Thank you for your attention.......

Anonymous said...

I don't know if you still check this, but (in case you do) I would like to thank you for being able to comprehend the depths of loneliness Ms. Hyman was experiencing. I have found myself (on more than one occassion) with a bottle of sleeping pills and a bottle of liquor; wanting to end it all because "I'm so damn tired. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm tired!" No matter how many poems I write, songs I sing, or shouts and tears I expel, NO ONE seems to be able to comprehend. I wish I could perform a remake of "Living All Alone," just to TRY and explain my soul's discomforts. My history will shock ANYONE who has to delve into it (after my death). It's the "living all alone" which has done me in. I am only looking for a way out now. Thank you, again, for your studies! It's a GREAT PIECE!

Ms. Tee said...

I think I may have been one Phyliss Hymans biggest fans. She was one of the greatest singers of all time who did not receive the full recognition. When I learned of her death I was very sad and I cried. But it gave me inspiration to write a song in memory of her. I tried presenting it to Gamble & Huff who worked very closely with her but they said they were not interested. It shocked me because they produced a lot of her material. Even Ms. Hyman manager Ms. Gracia tried helping me. Hopefully one day I'll be able to share the song with the world or if not it's a song that'll always be in my heart. Rest in Peace Phyliss!!! Ms. Tee