it finally comes down to reality
by
Douglas Messerli
Liz
Garbus (director) What Happened, Miss
Simone? / 2015
Through Liz Garbus’ 2015 film, produced
with Lisa Simone Kelly, Simone’s daughter, we now discern that there was no one
event that happened in the great singer’s life to bring her down—or, at least,
to take her away from her American audience. Rather, nearly everything in her life
conspired against this seemingly strong yet ultimately fragile being.
Poverty and race certainly are very high
on list of levelers in Simone’s (born Eunice Aymon) life. As a young North
Carolina girl, daughter to a Methodist minister and housemaid, Eunice clearly
showed talent for playing the piano, and a local white piano teacher provided
free lessons to her, the young girl “crossing over” the railroad tracks to a
life which kept her apart from her own community while promising her a world as
a classical pianist that would always remain just out of her reach.
Although her audition for acceptance to
the Curtis Institute of Music went well, the very fact of her color barred her
from entrance. Instead she moved to New York to attend the Julliard School of
Music. But in New York she soon ran out of money for her studies and was forced
to begin playing in a small nightclub which quickly also demanded that she
sing. Not wanting to arouse the wrath of her church-going mother, she took the
name Nina Simone (from the Spanish niña (little girl) and actress Simone
Signoret, whom she’s admired in the film Casque
d’or).
So remarkable was her playing that she
quickly developed local fans, playing in Greenwich Village and elsewhere, and
by 1958, after marrying Don Ross (described generally as a beatnik) she rose to
the top 20 on Billboard’s list for her song “I Loves You, Porgy,” sung in a
manner that can hardly be compared to the operatic ballad. Hit records
followed, and in 1961 another soon-to-be disaster hit her in the form of her
second husband, a former policeman, Andrew Stroud—who may be described as
successfully managing her career, if you can dismiss the facts that, despite a
young daughter at home, he nearly worked his wife to death and regularly beat
her.
It is apparent from Garbus’ film that the
violence that surrounded her, in some respects, came also from within. Simone
was secretly diagnosed for bipolar disorder, and later physically abused her
own daughter.
Moreover, Simone lived through turbulent
times, becoming, understandably, involved in the civil rights issues of
1964-1974, with its own waves of cultural unrest and violent outbursts of
racial hate. With the death of Medgar Evers and the bombing of the Birmingham,
Alabama church that killed four children, Simone thoroughly immersed herself in
the cause, writing and singing the passionately wrought “Mississippi Goddam”—words
that had never before been sung on record, let alone by a woman—that resulted
in a boycott of her records throughout many parts of the South.
As one might expect, and as she evidently she
told King as well, Simone was not non-violent, but agreed more with Stokley
Carmichael in arguing for blacks to stand up against whites in order to demand
their “freedoms,” a subject which she returns to several times in this
documentary. It is clear that if Simone had been denied so many things as a
black in her earlier days—a scene early in Garbus’ film in which Simone
performs in an all-white room of Hugh Heffner’s TV set wordlessly expresses
nearly everything you need to know about the privileged alienation that Simone
was forced to suffer—she was now determined to set things right. “I could sing
to help my people, and that became the mainstay of my life.” Speaking of this
period and about the deaths of so many of her friends of time, Simone notes
that “It finally comes down to reality.”
As with so many others like her, it
became apparent to Simone, even if she did eventually perform in Carnegie Hall
(not, however, as she had dreamt as the first black classical pianist, but as a
great singer of jazz, blues and soul music), that the US was no longer a world
in which she could best express her talents. Particularly, after withholding
taxes in reaction to her political concerns and sought out by the IRS for back
payment, she finally left her husband and her country for Africa.
But there, without management she was
also without money. Moves to Switzerland and Paris only exacerbated the
situation, and she finally came to live almost as a street person until she was
rescued by friends, and moved to Holland.
This moving film, revealing so many
reasons for Simone’s “disappearance’ and downfall, is at the same time a
testament—just through its numerous clips from Simone’s nearly always awesome
performances—to the singer and player’s powerful strengths, to her fortitude
and determination to refuse to molded into a pleasing trinket on the white
shelf of beloved performers.
Simone was never, not once, simply a
“pleasing” or even “exquisite” performer. She was a raw, guttural, intensely
gifted phenomenon who, as she herself put it, hypnotized her audiences,
pounding out Bach while belching out the blues, gently tinkling a love song
while screeching out a personal exhortation for those who tortured her heart.
Simone was never one being at a time, or, as her daughter puts it, she was
never the kind of performer who came on stage to act out the role of a gifted
songstress and left another. Simone, the pained and tortured human being, was always
right there along with the challenging singer, player, and fierce lover of the
audiences who simply couldn’t give back as much as she needed.
Los Angeles,
September 1, 2015
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