Sure she's married to a music-biz mogul.
But, as an upcoming TV special proves,
she's no mere pop Pygmalion
A Doberman named Princess was sitting regally in the lobby of a Manhatten
skyscraper, tethered to her mistress by a chrome choke chain. The sleek
young woman was decked out in bohemian black, profiling Ray Charles shades
and studed with mall-sized diamonds in her jewelry. I asked if I could pet
her dog. Coolly she glanced at her canine, then eyed me for a long second
and with a slight smile said, "Sure. Just don't get too close to her face."
Here was a woman who liked protection. Still, I hadn't exactlly expected
"Dreamlover" diva Mariah Carey to bring a Doberman to an interveiw.
It was all the more disconcerting because her image is alternately that of
a come-hither video vixen, a Tinkerbell with Aretha pipes, or the girl next
door. But in the lobby Carey acted more like the songbird in the federal
witness-protection program.
What gives? The deeper explanation for Carey's behavior probably involves
the complex psyche of a survivor from a broken home, and a childhood during
which she and her mother at times did not have a place of their own to live.
The more obvious explanation is that Carey is young, (23), driven,
world-famous, and risk-adverse. Carey is also a valuable corporate asset of
the multinational Sony Music Entertainment, the company of which her husband,
Tommy Mottola, is not president and COO.
And what a golden-throated goose! Since her self-titled debut album of
1990, she has sold more than 22 million records worldwide and is, according
to Billboard, "the only artist in history of the Hot 100 to have her first
nine singles make the top 5." In fact, Carey has sold more records that
Nirvana and Pearl Jam combined. With the global success of her latest album,
Music Box--double platinum and barely out of the blocks--her first concert
tour in gear, and an NBC special on Thanksgiving, Carey's talent is clearly
ascending to a new plateau.
When I finally sat down to talk with Carey, she was perfectly genial--even
girlishly charming. As we talked, she sipped Coke Classic (agency alert!) ,
downed vitamins, and ate a bagel with cream cheese. About the only thing she
showed no appetite for was the kind of gritty self-revelation that made
Maddonna a Hall of Fame interview speciman.
She is superstitious, too. On a chain around her neck hand her amulets: a
gold cross for faith, which she bought herself; a chunky diamond heart, from
Mottola; and a crucial "lucky ring" she's worn since the 10th grade. "Every
time I perform, I have to have it on. If I can't wear it around my neck,
I'll put if around my waist--or hide it in other places."
On the surface, the fairy tale of how Mariah Carey went from coat-check
girl to international pop superstar virtually overnight looks like a
"Pygmalion" for the 90's. In fact, Carey admits she'd be interested if
director Martin Scorses showed up with a $80-million budget and an offer to
star her on a remake of "My Fair Lady." "I love the story." she says,
"because it's about somebody who starts out as one thing and grows into
something else. I'm hardly Eliza Doolittle, but I can relate."
Indeed. Last June--in a splashy bash modeled on Prince Charles' and Lady
Di's royal altar-cation, with an estimate price tag of $500,000-Carey tied
the knot with Mottola, 43, her discoverer, mentor, and boss. However, the
fact that the ceremony followed in the wake of a messy end to Mottola's
20-year marriage didn't calm the storms of gossip.
In our interview she brushed back any nosy questions about her marriage
with a chilly smile or a reasurring stroke of the nearby Doberman. Finally
she said, "Look, I never expected to ever get married. My parents were
divorced, and none of the people I knew who were married seemed happy." What
happened? "I guess I just grew up about marriage, and I feel a very special
bond with Tommy. He is very, very good to me."
Her career ambitions, however, have not undergone such a radical
transformation, and any insunuations that she slid into home on a lucky
bounce irritate her. "To others it may seem like it happened very fast," she
says, "but to me it seemed liked it happened very fast," she says, " but to
me it seems like it took forever, since this is all I ever wanted to do from
the time I was 4! When other little kids were singing 'Mary Had a Little
Lamb,' I was singing the Rolling Stones' 'Satisfaction.'"
It's not such a bad anthem for a singer who is defiantly headstrong and
still, it seems, ungraitified. "I have always had a problem with authority,"
she says. "I remember one time at dinner when I was little and I started
singing a little song. My father, who was very strict about manners,
said,'There is no singing at the table.' I kept singing and he said agian,
'Mariah, no singing at the table!' Right then I marched over to a coffee
table nearby and stood on top of it singing as loud as I could, looking right
at him."
Carey admits that her rebellion grew out of a feeling of not belonging
when she was growing up. The youngest of three, she was born to a black
father and a white mother. Her parents divorced when she was only 3, and she
was raised by her mother, a mezzo-soprano who sang with the New York City
Opera. "My mother gave me confidence and taught me how to sing. But I had a
unconventional childhood. There were a lot of hard times. I'd lived in 13
different places by the time I was 10."
Today Carey enjoys the full flush of superstar amenities: chauffeur, New
York apartment, designer clothes, house staff, country place, the whole bit.
Yet she says what she is about is not the stuff, but the music. "I was
born to sing," she says,"and I would put up with anything to keep doing this
for a living."
Perhaps that is why the moments without melody seem like just such down
time to her. Waiting. Maybe the silence is a little scary. A few weeks
after my interview with Carey, I went to watch her rehearse for the tour.
What a transformation! Suddenly I saw her well-guarded personallity burst
fourth as she gracefully led her own vocal parade, squirming with delight.
No shields, no Doberman. She was safely wrapped in the arms of music.
Still, I make it a point not to get too close to her face.
TV Guide, Carl Arrington, pages 22-24, 1993
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