Melanie appare sul numero di settembre di Love Magazine, dove uno splendido photoshoot accompagna la sua intervista/lettera in cui parla del suo sogno di diventare famosa da bambina e di come ha poi scelto di essere un’artista più che una celebrità, del suo rapporto con i media, e della sua difficile decisione di non riunirsi con Mel, Emma e Geri per il 20° anniversario di Wannabe, volendo lasciare le Olimpiadi come il momento più epico e la chiusura della band, con la formazione a cinque (visto che Victoria non si riunirà con le altre). Spiega ancora che “friendship never ends” resta fondamentale per lo speciale rapporto che ha con tutte le ragazze, separando quindi l’amicizia dal lavoro. Ecco l’articolo completo. [QUI IL SERVIZIO FOTOGRAFICO]
Fame – By Melanie C
Spice Girl, singer.
It’s me, Sporty – the one who did the back flips, has the nineties tats and wore the trackies.
You’re not going to get me complaining about my life – it’s brilliant. I know some people complain about the attention – but I wanted to be famous from the start. Like the rest of the Spice Girls I learnt very early on that you can’t take one slice of the pie when it comes to fame. You have to eat the whole thing.
Sure, it’s a weird thing to get your head round at first – I struggled with many aspects of being in the public eye but after 20 years, motherhood and lots of therapy I’m more at peace with the reality of achieving my childhood ambition.
Let’s have a think about the word ‘celebrity’ in the old days. Remember when a little bit of mystery and intrigue ensured our famous faces were true stars. When we didn’t know what they were eating via social media, where they were or who they were hanging out with? Those were the glory days of the modern celebrity world I adored.
There was glamour, excitement and you looked at your idols in a completely different way.
If I wasn’t who I am I’d never be on social media – the entire thing bothers me. Don’t get me wrong – I get it and the power it holds is essential in our modern day world. But I am a child of the 80’s. My first albums were The Kids from Fame, Wham’s Fantastic and Madonna’s Like a Virgin.
Those were my idols – they were famous, talented and ground breaking. That’s what I wanted to be. I wanted to sing, dance and I longed for the world to ‘remember my name’.
My understanding of fame growing up was that it was an enticing by-product of being successful and celebrated for what you do with the God given talent you hope and believe you have. The ability to move, connect with and entertain people on stage enthralled me.
My imagination as a teen stretched quite far. I wanted the Madonna ‘can’t jog in the park without people running alongside me’ situation. Thousands of screaming fans outside my hotel. The Michael Jackson being mobbed at the airport type fame. You know, people shaking and crying because they just met you and BOY did I get it.
For a few years, with four other girls by my side, we achieved exactly what we set out to do. Thankfully, we all wanted the same thing. We still to this day believe a big part of our success was due to our absolute unquestionable belief that we would indeed become the biggest band in the world.
But my relationship with fame has changed over the years and at times of personal struggle (remember the angry rock chick years?) when you’d rather nobody knew who you were I’d have to remind myself that without fame from the band it would be far more difficult for me to do the thing that I love. You see, I’m a singer and songwriter. Not a celebrity. The two are very different things. You can earn a fortune being a ‘celebrity’ depending on how much dignity you want to keep in tact.
I’m not in the habit (although it may have happened once or twice!) of falling out of clubs, tipping off paps to my whereabouts and although we all have bills to pay I have never been comfortable with the lengths some celebs go to for a big fat cheque. Each to their own and maybe more fool me.
I’m a performer and being on a stage – whether it’s front of 20 or 20,000 people – gives me pleasure. If I don’t do it for a while I feel like a part of me is missing. The hunger to perform and create will never leave me.
Wanting to be famous just to be famous without talent? How does that even work? It’s like going for a burger but only eating the bun – you’re missing the best part.
Things were so different in the early days of the Spice Girls. Nobody had the internet (it was all pagers and faxes) and we were written about most days in the tabloids but the only access to that was popping down to the newsagents at the crack of dawn to check out the gossip columns.
Looking back it all seems quite charming – but it wasn’t. I guess my relationship with the media took some time to settle. Misquotes, poisonous gossip and you’re forever questioned and judged. Thankfully, it felt like they were writing about a stranger most of the time.
That was an era I relished in some ways – you didn’t have an iPhone waking you up each morning and within seconds you are squinting through one eye scrolling through Twitter to what feels like the whole word telling you how much they hate your new hair do.
I often feel sorry for young people in the public eye now. They can’t even let their hair down without their lives being in turmoil. The reality of the situation – you are more than likely just having a few bevvies down the pub with your mates. Somebody decides to film you on an iPhone and within seconds it’s gone viral. Cool. Is nothing sacred anymore? Then again some seem to want that sort of shit?!
Preparing to release a new album of my own music after five years away, it’s crazy how much the music industry has changed. It’s a different world compared to the heady days of the Spice Girls.
The fascination with the band never seems to go away. It’s a blessing and a curse all at the same time. Daily I’m asked ‘are the girls getting back together?’ Then it’s When? How? Why?
When we reunited in 2007 the questions stopped momentarily. We had done it – the fans were happy and we were happy. But the minute that tour ended it started again.
Look, I will be a Spice Girl until I die. But the continuous speculation on whether we will reform to celebrate 20 years of Wannabe has been particularly exhausting. Don’t get me wrong – I totally get it. But is it a new rule that bands have to reform? Why can’t we just be remembered for our incredible achievements in the nineties.
When we embarked on the reunion tour it was amazing, scary and surreal all at the same time. The five of us back together again. Like we’d stepped back in time for a global celebration of the band.
Truth be told, earlier this year after several face-to-face meetings with the girls I made the difficult decision not to be part of a proposed reunion with Emma, Geri and Melanie. Victoria had already bowed out understandably with the demands of her fashion label and her rather large family.
The hardest part for me was letting people down, the girls, the fans, civilisation?! Unfortunately something didn’t feel quite right and I had to follow my gut.
I’d love to play huge arenas across the World, sing our brilliantly bonkers pop songs and relive our former glory. It is of course a very lucrative opportunity too. But we were a five-piece band. Didn’t we reach a peak with the Olympics? There’s a lot to be said for bowing out on a high note.
For me the absolute pinnacle of my Spice existence was being watched by a billion people around the globe belting out ‘Spice up Your Life’ on top of a black cab at the 2012 London Olympics. Anything less than the full line-up just didn’t feel like we’d be doing justice to the band or the fans.
We’re constantly reminded of our famous line from Wannabe – friendship never ends. There will always be hurdles with friendship. I love the girls dearly. We have a very unique bond that will never be broken and I will continue to support them all as much as I can.
Also, I am under no illusion that my solo work will ever come close to a fraction of the impact that we make as the Spice Girls. I love the band I am beyond proud of my past and will always embrace and celebrate being a Spice Girl, It’s what I am.
So I shall leave you with some final thoughts. Put your phone down. Write with a pen. Keep creating. Never stop learning. Stay positive.
It’s an amazing world out there and the fickle world of fame is only a game show. It’s not real. Your own life is a far greater adventure.