I remember about five or so years ago, I'd marvel at how mesmerised a lot of Filipinos were by the voice of Charice Pempengco. She was such a joy to listen to--hitting those high notes and diva-ishly belting out lofty pieces like it was nobody's business. I'm not gonna lie: though I wasn't particularly a fan, I did acknowledge her talent even though a lot of my closest friends couldn't care less. She was an instant sensation!
A few years after her discovery, her subsequent entry into the battle stage of non-minor-age-artists and her conversion to Roman Catholicism, she seemed unstoppable. Her fan base sky-rocketed and I was beginning to get annoyed by how everyone at my old office--especially the camp men--couldn't stop blabbering about her. Even when they'd talk about their favourite topic--Miss Universe--they'd still manage to get Charice into the picture, often describing her with superlatives and calling her "queen." That didn't sit well with me because, as far as I was concerned, the league of musical queens had Julie, Babs, Bernadette, Lea and Elaine in it among other greats. How dare they push their teenage queen agenda? I later brushed it off, of course, coming to terms with the fact that tastes differ. "What do these people know of real music, anyway?" I said in my head. Then I gasped. Was I beginning to develop an aversion for Charice because I was jealous of the attention she was getting which the musical goddess I knew and worshipped didn't get at the time?
No. No. No. No. No.
I remember getting into a petty Facebook argument with a friend once. He posted a link to a video of Charice singing Carousel's "You'll Never Walk Alone" and captioned it with "I wonder if anyone could do better than this."
I then posted a link to a video of Barbra Streisand singing the same song as a tribute to 9/11 heroes and victims and captioned it with something like, "The youngsters may belt their lungs out but this true diva sings with her soul. And, yes, this one definitely did better." I didn't link him to this video; I just posted it on my wall but he reacted through a comment--fully knowing I was attacking his link and his opinion about Charice--telling me to wait 'til Charice ages and saying something quite akin to "she'll be the most sophisticated red wine." I was, like, "Pffffff! Yeah, right."
As I predicted years ago, it has happened. She has lost social relevance and she's asking questions like "Do they still love me?" and sort of hinting on Filipino society's general adverse attitude towards LGBTs as the reason for the loss of her fame. Well, the lesbianism certainly isn't the problem. Look at Aiza Seguerra. She can still pull off attention when and how she wants.
And, of course, we still love you, Charice. You were an instant sensation who brought us joy at one point. But the thing is, there's a problem with two expressions I used in that previous sentence: instant and at one point. The former means you didn't gradually build up your ability to draw attention; you were thrown there by YouTube and Ellen. The latter, on the other hand, means "not anymore." The one point you brought most of us joy isn't this point. It was a point before this point and that point has, sadly, seen its time and vanished. We still genuinely love you--just not the same way.
I'm sorry this had to happen to you but it was inevitable. From the beginning of your career as a young belter on Ellen and Oprah, people have predicted that you wouldn't last very long. Sure, you lasted long but not long enough, apparently. You still saw yourself fall. Looking at you breaking down on YouTube videos after your skirmish with your mother about your sexuality lost social attention (I bet you thought that was gonna last a while, didn't ya?) makes me think of what happened to Sunset Boulevard's Norma Desmond after the era of silent films got trampled on my the "sacred microphones" and the dawn of spoken scripts.
I feel bad for you. I really do.
A few friends of mine--even a cousin who happens to be a close friend of yours--might jump at the first opportunity to deny that you're losing your mojo and they can do it all they want but they can't do anything fix the bones you've broken because of your fall. They may wipe the blood away and hide the gore--possibly even help your wounds heal--but not change the fact that you have fallen fast and hit ground very, very hard. Some people are known to have risen above their fall. Unfortunately, you aren't likely to be one of them. This is the age of YouTube and Facebook. There will be and there are countless others who will achieve your level of fame. They will come storming in--each dimming your non-existent-to-begin-with chance of ever owning the limelight again. This is the age of online freeforalls where even the likes of Nicki Minaj can, in less than 10 years, achieve fame and attention parallel to the kind Barbra Streisand worked 20 to achieve. Of course, it's a different kind of fame. Babs was never known to strut her stuff to gain the media's eye but, nevertheless, attention is fame and fame is money.
The main difference is this: Babs has been known to lie low for certain periods of time but then she returns with a blast. Cher and Madonna have done the same. Julie Andrews, too. So has Patti LuPone and many the likes of them. They all have decided to give it a bit of a rest at one point but their comebacks were all the rage in the lines of show business they are in. However, when Nicki Minaj falls, she's never going anywhere near where she is now. Her fall will be a real one--not a low hover. Her fall will be just like yours, Charice. I'm really sorry about this. I know none of this is your fault. This is just how society is. As a student of social science, I'm looking at this from a purely sociological point-of-view--not from a prejudicial one, as some may assume. I do think you're a really good singer but you just didn't have the right tools to keep people hooked. "Good" just doesn't quite cut it.
This is what happens to people who are shot from the ground up the summit of Mt. Everest without caring to learn the art of mountaineering or without at least bringing equipment that will enable them to cling to the rocks and the ice on the mountain top and keep themselves from rolling down.
There's nothing to do but begin the getting over process. Let me say it again: None of this is your fault. Just like how you didn't have to constantly shed bloody sweat for 20 years to achieve that level of fame, you didn't do anything to cause your fall either. It's just how it is and you just have to live with it.
Of course, I could be wrong. It's not like I'm a sage or anything. I'm just a heavily opinionated prick. I don't think I'm wrong, though. I COULD BE! But I just don't think I am. Sorry.
If you are in the sky because you took the time to grow your wings and you experienced the necessary pain that comes with learning how to fly, you will soar. You can come down as slowly or as fast as you want but you will never hit the ground and you know you can always fly back up as high as you were before--or even higher--whenever you want to.
If, however, you're in the sky because you took the easy way up and allowed yourself to be catapulted without being equipped to fly, you will fall faster than you rose up. You will come down with a massive, maiming BANG that will leave you lying there, helpless, incapable of even standing up, left to watch those who are soaring, regretting why you ever decided to get on that trebuchet in the first place.
Yes, the glory of instantly rising to fame is awesome but the pain of losing social relevance, being ignored and, ultimately, forgotten is like having a spoon forced through your abdomen--unless, perhaps, you've somehow mastered detachment from worldly things.